Joe Hill Quotes

Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.

I mean, when the world comes for your children, with the knives out, it's your job to stand in the way.

Don't believe everything you hear today

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

All the world is made of music. We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together.

The best way to get even with anyone is to put them in the rearview mirror on your way to something better.

I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind.

Was there any human urge more pitiful-or more intense- than wanting another chance at something?

If the workers took a notion they could stop all speeding trains; every ship upon the ocean they can tie with mighty chains.

But God fears women even more that He fears the devil- and is right to. She, with her power to bring life into the world, was truly made in the image of the Creator, not man.

I remind myself that no one day of writing matters all that much. A story is built somewhat like a stalactite - one little drip of mud and grit at a time.

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.

You think you know someone. But mostly you just know what you want to know.

Taking a thing apart is always faster than putting something together. This is true of everything except marriage.

I want you to remember what was good in me, not what was most awful. The people you love should be allowed to keep their worst to themselves.

You know someone for a while and then one day a hole opens underneath them, and they fall out of your world.

Don't mourn, Organise

Work and pray, live on hay, youll get pie in the sky when you die.

Already, though, she understood the difference between being a child and being an adult. The difference is when someone says he can keep the bad things away, a child believes him.

The language of sin was universal, the original Esperanto.

Her sanity was a fragile thing, a butterfly cupped in her hands, that she carried with her everywhere, afraid of what would happen if she let it go-or got careless and crushed it.

Innocence ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, you know. Innocent little kids rip the wings off flies, because they don’t know any better. That’s innocence

Aren't you going to tell me I'm not so bad? she asked. Mmm-no. I was thinking how every man loves a hot girl with a history of making mistakes. Because it's always possible she'll make one with you.

She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related. Love was closer to a need, no different from the need to eat, to breathe.

I felt like it needed some color down there, so I painted the walls with the motherfucker.

We'll have freedom, love and health/When the grand red flag is flying, In the Workers' Commonwealth.

Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on.

You can't let facts get in the way of the truth.

Were talking about an attitude. Delayed gratification is there, planning, be able to give up something now to get something later.

What a blessed if painful thing, this business of being alive.

I hope if there is another world, we will not be judged too harshly for the things we did wrong here—that we will at least be forgiven for the mistakes we made out of love.

And he paddled away in his douche canoe.

I have nothing to say for myself, only that I have always tried to make this earth a little bit better

Pick a sin we can both live with, is what I ask.

The difference between childhood and adulthood, Vic had come to believe, was the difference between imagination and resignation. You traded one for the other and lost your way.

Maybe all the schemes of the devil were nothing compared to what man could think up.

Some things you didn't give away, no matter how much you owed.

When you think about it, most of the good ideas came along to make sin a whole lot easier.

I am; I was. I want to be.

That was one thing you found out when you were stoned, or wasted, or feverish: that the world was always turning and that only a healthy mind could block out the sickening whirl of it.

The blood of a redheaded woman is three degrees cooler than the blood of a normal woman. This has been established by medical studies.

Love requires Context.

Gold don't come off. What's good stays good no matter how much of a beating it takes.

It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.

Don't ever have children, Tyler, unless you're ready to be afraid everyday for the rest of your life.

There's only room for one hero in this story-and everyone knows the devil doesn't get to be the good guy.

If you didn't have me to rake you over the coals now and then, there wouldn't be any fire in your life at all.

Horror was rooted in sympathy . . . in understanding what it would be like to suffer the worst.

I'll take the shooting. I'm used to that. I've been shot a few times in the past, and I guess I can stand it, again.

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.