Quotes About Joe Hill

fucking Judas Coyne on the boom box, a guy whose idea of musical complexity is a song with four power chords instead of three.

I do not claim that God is dead. I tell you He is alive and well but in no position to offer salvation, being damned Himself for His criminal indifference. He was lost the moment He demanded fealty and worship before He would offer His protection. The unmistakable bargain of a gangster.

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

Miriam sang, "Gail, Gail, she bosses everyone around. Gail, Gail, she is really stupid." The melody was just as good as the lyrics.

In his mind he's that guy in the cowboy hat from The Walking Dead, wiping out the zombies.

The cat was a gift from Manx, who runs Christmasland in Colorado.

Saunders laughed, a short, breathless sound that did not quite convey amusement, and did the reasonable thing: looked back at his paper.

Ahem, this is your cue to visit the Web sites for PS Publishing, Cemetery Dance Publications, and Subterranean Press

I will die like a true-blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning - organize.

Well. That's helpful. We'll put an APB out on the Gingerbread Man. I'm not hopeful it'll do us much good, though. Word on the street is you can't catch him.

I've been a big fan of Joe Hill ever since his first novel, 'Heart-Shaped Box.'

Work and pray, live on hay, You'll get pie in the sky when you die.-Joe Hill, The Preacher and the Slave