Top 450 Joe Hill Quotes (2026 Update)
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451. “Ever try not to think? It’s like trying not to breathe – no one can do it for long.”

— Joe Hill

452. “The Gasmask Man.”

— Joe Hill

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

— Joe Hill

454. “After dinner Andy drives drowsily, weaving slightly. Sand, sand, sand – all that pulverized time. Eons ago the world’s burst hourglass spilled its contents here; now the years pile and spin, waiting with inhuman patience to be swept into some future ocean. Sand washes right up to the paved road, washes over to the other side in a solid orange current, illuminated by their headlights.”

— Joe Hill

455. “I hope you didn’t burn up, British Isles! Where would the world be without your epic contributions to culture: Duran Duran, Idris Elba, and Love Actually? Drop me an e-mail, England, let me know you’re still hanging in there!”

— Joe Hill

456. “You want to be able to read such stories in just one or two sittings. You want them to feel like a hand on your throat.”

— Joe Hill

457. “Social media brings out the worst in people. They’ll say anything for the likes.”

— Joe Hill

458. “Remember the stone in her fist.”

— Joe Hill

459. “Was anything in the world more heartrending than being found out by someone you wanted to love you?”

— Joe Hill

460. “Men, she thought, were one of the world’s few sure comforts, like a fire on a cold October night, like cocoa, like broken-in slippers.”

— Joe Hill

461. “There’s nothing here that’s any different from any of the last dozen EKG readings,” Patel said. “Patient scores a nine on the Glasgow scale, shows slow alpha-wave activity consistent with alpha coma. I think he was just talking in his sleep, Nurse. It even happens to gorks like this guy.” “His.”

— Joe Hill

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

— Joe Hill

463. “Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be kicked in the nuts as soon as they try to get back up.”

— Joe Hill

464. “Then something explodes behind her eyelids into a radial green fan, dazzling her with pain. Her neck aches, her abdomen. The pain moves lower. It feels as if an umbrella were opening below her navel. Menstrual cramps, she thinks. Seconds later, as with a soldering iron, an acute and narrowly focused heat climbs her spine.”

— Joe Hill

465. “Love was the secret language of twins. It was the private code of a husband and a wife. It was the telegraph system of best friends. When you had it, a glance could suffice for ten minutes of talk. When you loved someone enough, you did not simply remember them. Some part of them was copied into you forever and so when they were gone they weren’t gone.”

— Joe Hill

466. “In the distance, she could hear the congregation roaring the Talking Heads, bellowing about the sweet release of burning it all down.”

— Joe Hill

467. “Come! All ye faithful! Jiggy and triii-umphant! Come all ye faithful, sing yay for the Lord!”

— Joe Hill

468. “Although nothing keeps a person youthful like happiness. Innocent fun is as good as pickling a fellow!”

— Joe Hill

469. “She had learned from Jakob to think of people who spoke of blessings and faith as simple and a little infirm. People who thought things happened for a reason were to be pitied. Such folk had given up their curiosity about the universe for a comforting children’s story.”

— Joe Hill

470. “They came to believe their doctors were holding back limited quantities of a cure, and attempted to take them hostage. They formed armies, congresses, religions; plotted rebellions, fomented treasons, practiced heresies.”

— Joe Hill

471. “For all we know, we might’ve already slipped into the future without noticing it.”

— Joe Hill

472. “I patted the party gun dry, set it down next to the sink, and schlopped off my wet shirt.”

— Joe Hill

473. “Science Fiction stories are the dazzling flares we launch into the darkness, to catch a glimpse of the country before us and show us our way.”

— Joe Hill

474. “This is the way people dream of being kissed, a movie star kiss.”

— Joe Hill

475. “I’d rather ask questions,” she said, “than answer them.”

— Joe Hill

476. “It would be a librarian.”

— Joe Hill

477. “He watched until Danny passed through the gates, turned left, and disappeared from sight. Jude never saw him again.”

— Joe Hill

478. “She thought, too, with a certain calm satisfaction, that if the bridge did crash into the river, ten stories below, and she was smashed in the rubble, it would be her parents’ fault for fighting and driving her out of the house, and that would teach them.”

— Joe Hill

479. “It was ludicrous to cry because there was no more Google, but for a moment Harper felt very close to weeping. The idea that Google could collapse and be gone was as hard to imagine as the fall of the Twin Towers. It had seemed at least as permanent a part of the cultural landscape.”

— Joe Hill

480. “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.”

— Joe Hill

481. “Because, of course, it wouldn’t do to just talk to her. She had spoken to him in flashes of daylight, and he felt he ought to reply in kind.”

— Joe Hill

482. “Every breath I take fills my throat with the infants of a thousand sea creatures, filtered by the bioscreens installed by the clever men who made me what I am today. I am not a baleen whale, but the krill and larvae I catch and keep in this manner will help to replace the calories my body burns to keep me warm this far below the sea.”

— Joe Hill

483. “Harper’s face was buried in Mr. Truffle’s fur and with each inhalation she smelled the last nine months of his secret cat life: must, dust, grave dirt, basements and tall grass, beach and drainpipe, Dumpster and dandelions. The.”

— Joe Hill

484. “Lady Gaga or Amanda Palmer or something. Some cute lunatic with a piano.”

— Joe Hill

485. “American productivity would, I believe, nearly double if everyone were free to work pantsless.”

— Joe Hill

486. “No one needed a magic wardrobe that opened into Narnia if they had a library card; if you had a library card, you had a thousand magic wardrobes to choose from, ten thousand.”

— Joe Hill

487. “Right,” said the wolf. He said it “Ro-ight,” had a bit of a Liverpoolian accent. Liverpudlian, Saunders corrected himself mentally, randomly. No, Scouse. They called it Scouse, which sounded like a disease, something you might die from after being bitten by a wild animal.”

— Joe Hill

488. “The last note hung in the air like a snowflake that refused to fall.”

— Joe Hill

489. “Sounds could suggest shapes, painted a picture of the pocket of air in which they’d been given form.”

— Joe Hill