Quotes from Joe Hill

A maioria vinha se preparando para missões clandestinas pós-apocalípticas desde que tinha idade suficiente para segurar um controle de Xbox.

Come! All ye faithful! Jiggy and triii-umphant! Come all ye faithful, sing yay for the Lord!

Men, she thought, were one of the world's few sure comforts, like a fire on a cold October night, like cocoa, like broken-in slippers. Their clumsy affections, their bristly faces, and their willingness to do what needed to be done—cook an omelet, change lightbulbs, make with hugging—sometimes almost made being a woman fun. She wished she were not so

É uma das coisas boas de o carinha ser surdo. A gente não precisa se preocupar que ele escute as partes realmente horríveis e fique triste.

Lake Pontchartrain, huh?

But they could not stay, because you could not raise a baby in a trench.

her own hand a candelabra of gold flame.

Pensou se eles ao menos conheciam o original que aquela canção parodiava, 'Hey Jude'. Provavelmente não. Eeei tu, pra quê chorar se você friiitar vai ser bem meerdaaa, Que pena! Você virar um carvão! Quem vai varrer sou eu, E catar as cinzas.

And at last Lee said, "What are those goddamn things on your head?" He sounded genuinely surprised. "Jesus, Ig. Are those horns?

Os surdos conseguem sentir cheiros que a maioria das pessoas não consegue, e eu senti o cheiro da maldade naquela fumaça.

Something that doesn't know it's alive, obviously can't be expected to know when it's dead.

The Incas were right to worship the sun, Father. God is fire. Combustion is the one inarguable blessing. A tree, oil, coal, a man, a civilization, a soul. They've all got to burn sometime. The warmth made by their passing may be the salvation of others. The ultimate value of the Bible, the Constitution, or any work of literature, really, is that they all burn very well, and for a while they keep back the cold.

There have been six extinction events in the life of this planet. I bet every one of them was the spore.

Fantasmas traziam recados do além, mas não davam pistas de que seriam bons ouvintes.

The road to Christmasland is paved in dreams!

Reality had briefly slid aside one of its black, opaque panels, to give him a glimpse of the gears that ticked behind it. Saunders had discovered a universal constant, like gravity or the quantum nature of light. No matter where you went—no matter how ancient the traditions, no matter how grand the history, no matter how awe-inspiring the landscape—there was always a market for a cheap Happy Meal.

They're not bad people, most of them. All they want is to be safe." "Isn't that always a permission slip for ugliness and cruelty?

Just a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down, makes the medicine go dow-own – cantou ela com uma voz embargada de emoção. Só uma colherinha de açúcar ajuda o remédio a descer.

It was ludicrous to cry because there was no more Google, but for a moment Harper felt very close to weeping. The idea that Google could collapse and be gone was as hard to imagine as the fall of the Twin Towers. It had seemed at least as permanent a part of the cultural landscape.

When the song faded out, a woman began a report, "Today in Blessings." It was news, of a sort. She said word had come in that J. K. Rowling, author of the godless Harry Potter novels, had been killed by firing squad in Edinburgh. Her execution had been televised on what remained of the Web.

E se ter um porto seguro perfeito com o qual sonhar acordado é bom para elas, o que tem de errado nisso?

You had to know when it made sense to try to untangle something and when to just cut the motherfucker loose

I'll be a candle right up your ass, you don't keep waddling, fat boy

Com todos nós andando com uma sentença de morte gravada na própria pele, qual a necessidade de se punir? Fomos todos considerados culpados de sermos humanos. Existem crimes piores.