Quotes from Joe Hill

If Wayne needed a punching bag, Vic was ready to take the hits. It would be a way of making amends. How she loved that word. She liked that it almost sounded like "amen".

It did no good to tell himself that it was all in his head if it went on happening anyway. His belief was not required; his disbelief of was no consequence.

The man-nurse was his age and had sleepy eyes with dark circles under them, and a jutting Cro-Magnon forehead. His name tag said, improbably, BIBLO. He had a spaceship tattooed on one hairy forearm: Serenity from the TV show Firefly . "'I am a leaf on the wind,'" Lou said, and the man-nurse said, "Dude, don't say that. I don't want to start crying on the job.

Ig had not been inside for years, but it was much as he remembered it. The foundry lay open to the sky, brick arches and pillars rising away into the slanting reddish light. Thirty years of overlapping graffiti covered the walls. The individual messages were mostly incoherent, but then perhaps the individual messages were of no importance. It seemed to Ig that all such messages were the same at heart: I Am; I Was; I Want To Be.

I am always with you. Love never burns away. It just keeps on and on.

a room full of books smelled like dessert: a sweet snack made of figs, vanilla, glue, and cleverness.

Prison didn't frighten him especially. He had a lot of fans in there.

The first few days, the worst thing he seen Harold do was take a dump and use the pages from one of the camp library books for toilet paper. Renée wined. "It turned out to be The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter . Our only copy. If I had known what he was going to do with it, I would've given him a copy of Atlas Shrugged .

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You could just tell she was the best kind of trouble.

Most people have no idea how much of themselves they store off-site. Your personality is not just a matter of what you know about yourself, but what others know about you. You are one person with your mother, and another with your lover, and yet another with your child. Those other people create you—finish you—as much as you create you. When you're gone, the ones you've left behind get to keep the same part of you they always had." She

My first wife was like the rash you get from poison ivy. I couldn't stand her, but I couldn't keep my hands off her. She was an itch I scratched until I bled--and then I scratched it some more!

Oh, now don't act like the idea is so terrible. When you come down to it, what could be more romantic than a few hours of scrambling around in a cold, dripping hole known for occasionally flooding and drowning people?

sin, which was another word for 'live.

The sky was the color of a migraine.

She came back from the eighties to save mankind. Martha Quinn is our only hope.

He understood that the ghost existed first and foremost within his own head. That maybe ghosts always haunted minds, not places.

Heroism was exhausting business.

There's the physical world . . . but there's also our own private inner worlds, the world of our thoughts. A world made of ideas instead of stuff. It's just as real as our world, but it's inside.

The fires of hell are not hot enough for a man—or woman!—who would hurt his children.

You ever find a cat sleeping in a ray of sun? There's a sound over there. It's a golden sound. That's the only way to describe it. It's a bright sound, and it has little flecks of music in it, drifting like motes of dust. And you just know if you let that sound get inside you, if you hummed along with it, you'd rest like a cat in the sun. A perfect rest. You could rest a billion years.

Kids always think they're coming into a story at the beginning, when usually they're coming in at the end.

Thirty years of overlapping graffiti covered the walls. The individual messages were mostly incoherent, but then perhaps the individual messages were of no importance. It seemed to Ig that all such messages were the same at heart: I Am; I Was; I Want to Be.

I'm sorry to bother you," she whispered. "When I get excited about a movie I want to talk. I can't help it.