Quotes from Joe Hill

I say you're in hell when you don't give to someone who needs, because you can't bear to have less. What you are giving away then is your own soul. You have to care for each other or you walk on cinders, a matchstick ready to be struck.

Usually you can only catch the Sasquatch blur of your own legendary moments in the side mirrors.

Ma'am," Cline said, "I hid under dead bodies less cold than you." He glanced at Harper and

So much kindness," Renée said. "So many people looking after us. They don't know a thing about us except we're in need. I read a Cormac McCarthy novel once, about the end of the world. People hunting dogs and each other and frying up babies, and it was awful. But we need kindness like we need to eat. It satisfies something in us we can't do without.

he sees a place where he will passively fade away, like wallpaper that gets too much sunlight and slowly loses its color. This

You knew what was real not by its qualities but by its imperfections.

Any business model based around poor people making bad decisions out of ignorance and desperation always works.

there, behind that hedge. Keep low. After Mindy makes the call, her

Social media is teaching us that everyone fucks up, everyone is stupid sometimes, and that this is probably part of being a thinking human. The one exception are those who participate in the self-righteousness Olympics and they often turn people who agree with them against 'em.

It tasted of the oak cask and sweet annihilation.

I see God now as an unimaginative writer of popular fictions, someone who builds stories around sadistic and graceless plots, narratives that exist only to express His terror of a woman's power to choose who and how to love, to redefine love as she sees fit, not as God thinks it ought to be. The author is unworthy of His own characters. The devil is first a literary critic, who delivers this untalented scribbler the public flaying He deserves.

It seemed to Ig that all such messages were the same at heart: I Am; I Was; I Want to Be.

and the doors to Mid-World

She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related.

And he paddled away in his douche canoe," Bilbo said.

He glanced over at the woman who had never been his wife but who had, incredibly, given him a child and made his life mean something. The idea that he had ever held her hand, or tasted her mouth, or made love to her, even now seemed as unlikely as being bitten by a radioactive spider.

If you drive to the end of Little Harbor Road, in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, it will take you to the ocean, but you won't find the sandy lane to Camp Wyndham. I made the place up. Many other features of the area, however, are much as I presented them: South Street Cemetery, South Mill Pond, the Piscataqua Bridge. Here and there I have changed features to suit the needs of the story.

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? All they want is to be safe, and they don't care who they have to destroy to stay that way. And

Everything that is good in the day is even better in the night.

She was prone to whistling bits from 1960s movie musicals and had secret fantasies of being joined in song by helpful blue jays and cheeky robins. "I

Why am I not good at anything?" "You're a good dad." "It ain't rocket science." No, Vic thought. It was harder.

Thoughts flashed by, like cards glimpsed as the dealer shuffles the deck.

Only the devil wants man to have a wide range of lightweight and comfortable styles to choose from

You sure you're all right? You aren't out here pondering dark female thoughts are you?