Quotes from Joe Hill

A man in a white shirt and black pants leapt from one of the open windows. His hair was on fire. His arms pinwheeled as he dropped out of frame. He was followed seconds later by a woman in a dark skirt. When she jumped, she clasped her hands to her thighs, as if to keep her skirt from flapping up and showing her underwear. Jakob

In the West you will find men like that, fellows with gentle hands and hard, flat voices. Horses and dogs are instinctively loyal to such fellows, while yellowbellies and equivocators instinctively fear them. They make mediocre husbands, good officers of the law, and top-notch bank robbers.

The dead win when you quit singing and let them take you on down the road with them." Something

If you hated someone, she was at least worthy of your passion.

It was, I imagine, how bees feel. Not like an individual at all, but like one humming note in a whole world of perfect, useful music.

Ha ha," he told her. "I get it. Very funny. Everyone loves a good deaf joke. Hey, why did God make farts stink? So deaf people could enjoy them, too." When

The Incas were right to worship the sun, Father," the Fireman said to Father Storey. "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, or the Constitution, or any work of literature, really, is that they all burn very well, and for a while they keep back the cold.

In a lot of ways, I guess Satan was the first superhero." "Don't you mean supervillain?" "Nah. Hero, for sure. Think about it. In his first adventure, he took the form of a snake to free two prisoners being held naked in a Third World jungle prison by an all-powerful megalomaniac. At the same time, he broadened their diet and introduced them to their own sexuality. Sounds kind of like a cross between Animal Man and Dr. Phil to me." She

In the library the dead meet the living on collegial terms as a matter of course, every day.

Sounds could suggest shapes, painted a picture of the pocket of air in which they'd been given form

They made their unsteady way up onto damp, firm sand, through the cool wet.

If Ig hated Merrin now, it was only because he had discovered she was a real person, with failings and needs and desire to live in the world, not in Ig's daydreams. That she loved him enough to let him go, and he had to be willing to do the same, that if you loved someone, you could set them free, and - fuck, that was a Sting song.

the Brat—Victoria to her second-grade teacher, Vicki to her mother, but the Brat to her father and in her heart—was

The road will make me better. The road always does.

She was a cartoonist, not an engineer; reality could get stuffed.

Still, she shoved herself to her feet, because she needed to do what she could, whether it made a difference or not.

There is the True Knot, who live on the road and are in much the same line of work as myself. I leave them be and they are glad to return the favor.

Habia creído que el amor tenia algo que ver con la felicidad, pero resulto que no estaban en absoluto relacionados. El amor tenia mas de necesidad, lo mismo que comer, que respirar.

Normalmente é por isso que as pessoas matam. Não é por ódio. É por amor.

He took off," Bilbo said. "Like you said he would. Caught a cab outside the lobby." "You get the cab number?" "And the license," Bilbo said, and told him both.

Mostly the real world s-s-s-suh-sucks. But everyone also lives in the world inside their own head. An inscape, a world of thought. In a world made of thought—in an inscape—every idea is a fact. Emotions are as real as gravity. Dreams are as powerful as history. Creative people, like writers, and Henry Rollins, spend a lot of their time hanging out in their thoughtworld.

She said, "I love you, Con," because whatever Jakob believed about those three words, they still mattered to Harper. They were as close to an incantation as any she knew, had power other words lacked. "I'll

That is the most wonderful sentence I have ever heard. I want that on my gravestone. Snuffleupagus was real. No more. Just that.

I'm a Browncoat, man." "More like turncoat," Daltry said, and laughed. Flecks of spittle hit Bilbo in the face.