Top 450 Joe Hill Quotes (2025 Update)
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451. “Ozzy Osbourne has Pomeranians,” the UPS guy said. “I saw them on TV. Cute little dogs like house cats. You ever think about getting a couple cute little dogs like that?”

— Joe Hill

452. “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

453. “Writers were as parasitic, she supposed, as the spore itself.”

— Joe Hill

454. “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.”

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455. “The best time to see her is when the place is almost full.”

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456. “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

457. “Hutter thought, not for the first time, that she hated a lot of cops. Ugly, mean drunks who believed the worst of everyone.”

— Joe Hill

458. “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

459. “It was a curious quirk of Harper’s nature that she grew calmer in the moments when others were most inclined to sink into hysterics; that she was habitually at her most observant and clear-eyed in the very times when others could not bear to see what was happening at all. She would’ve made a fine battlefield nurse. She.”

— Joe Hill

460. “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.”

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

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462. “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

463. “I can Leap back, the plant thinks. Angie can no longer see what she is doing. Her eyes are shut, her thoughts have stopped. One small hand rests on Andy’s neck; the other fist withdraws until the knife points earthward. Down, down, down, the invader demands. Something sighs sharply, and it might be Andy or it might be the entire forest. Leap, Leap, Leap, the Joshua implores.”

— Joe Hill

464. “For me, a life long bookworm, there was nothing quite so awful as the though of dying fifty pages from the end of a good novel.”

— Joe Hill

465. “Se pueden averiguar muchas cosas de alguien cuando le das por culo.”

— Joe Hill

466. “But they could not stay, because you could not raise a baby in a trench.”

— Joe Hill

467. “She was prone to whistling bits from 1960s movie musicals and had secret fantasies of being joined in song by helpful blue jays and cheeky robins. “I.”

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

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469. “You just missed a perfectly good opportunity to toast an awful Coldplay T-shirt. If I ever spontaneously combust, I hope I’m holding a whole stack of their CDs.” Harper.”

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470. “All it took to turn a CD into a knife or a tape gun into a .45 was a little imagination, a little panic, and a lot of prejudice.”

— Joe Hill

471. “His own eyes prickle wetly. His blond hair darkens with sweat; pearls of water stand out on his smooth six-year-old forehead. The longer he stares back, the wider the gaze seems to get, like a grin. Her eyes radiate hard spines of heat, which drill into him. Timmy Babson feels punctured, “seen.” “Jane!” Timmy screams for his mother, calling for her by her first name for the first time. “Jane, Jane! It’s looking.”

— Joe Hill

472. “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

473. “I feel like most folks want a book they feel like they have time to finish. You don’t want to start A Game of Thrones when you might catch fire all of a sudden. There’s something horribly unfair about dying in the middle of a good story, before you have a chance to see how it all comes out.”

— Joe Hill

474. “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

475. “To weep was a kind of luxury; the dead felt no loss, wept for no one and nothing.”

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

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477. “You found yourself a librarian! I can help with the figuring-out thing and point you toward some good poetry while I’m at it. It’s what I do.”

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

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479. “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