Top 450 Joe Hill Quotes (2025 Update)
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151. “I think if you cheat in a ethics class then there’s really no hope for you.”

— Joe Hill

152. “I have to tell you, heroin dealers and meth slingers have made your country a wretched place to be a simple, honest drug dealer who wants to give his customers a lovingly curated experience.”

— Joe Hill

153. “Don’t believe everything you hear today.”

— Joe Hill

154. “It was hard to venture back near the place you’d been bred without settling into the characteristics of the person you’d been there.”

— Joe Hill

155. “On the other hand, it was a well-known fact that cell phones were tools of the devil. He selected.”

— Joe Hill

156. “Folks woke up today to a poisoned world, and some of them won’t see any reason to hold back on doing the awful things they’ve always dreamed of.”

— Joe Hill

157. “When I get excited about a movie I need to talk.”

— Joe Hill

158. “Any business model based around poor people making bad decisions out of ignorance and desperation always works.”

— Joe Hill

159. “I say you’re in hell when you don’t give to someone who needs, because you can’t bear to have less. What you are giving away then is your own soul. You have to care for each other or you walk on cinders, a matchstick ready to be struck.”

— Joe Hill

160. “He had tried to explain the way he felt to Danny once, about compulsive behavior and time rushing too fast and the Internet and drugs. Danny had only lifted one of his slender, mobile eyebrows and stared at him in smirking confusion. Danny did not think coke and computers were anything alike. But Jude had seen the way people hunched over their screens, clicking the refresh button again and again, waiting for some crucial if meaningless hit of information, and he thought it was almost exactly the same.”

— Joe Hill

161. “The memory of that day in the dump made him a little sentimental for his father – they had had some good times together, and Buddy had made a decent meal in the end. Really, what else could you ask from a parent?”

— Joe Hill

162. “They had forgotten their own names, the voices of their mothers, the faces of their fathers.”

— Joe Hill

163. “In the winter, when you’re cold, the world extends no more than a foot in any direction.”

— Joe Hill

164. “Talking to her now was like flailing his hands at a storm of hornets. It did nothing, and it stung, and yet he couldn’t stop himself.”

— Joe Hill

165. “The pills I take are a paperweight. All they do is pin the fantasies down. But they’re still there, and any strong wind that comes along, I can feel them rattling around, trying to slip free.”

— Joe Hill

166. “Getting old is no way to stop being young.”

— Joe Hill

167. “The girl worked the clutch and the gas and the brake expertly with her right foot, just as her father had taught her.”

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168. “But before that there’d been summer days in the barn while he rebuilt the Mustang. There’d been John Prine on the radio, the sweet smell of hay baking in the heat, and afternoons filled with her lazy, pointless questions – a never-ending interrogation that was, at turns, tiresome, amusing, and erotic. There’d been her body, tattooed and icy white, with the bony knees and skinny thighs of a long-distance runner. There’d been her breath on his neck.”

— Joe Hill

169. “Ecstasy? Like the drug?” Michelle asked. “Wow. Trippy. They were into that back then?” “No. Not like the drug. Like fun. She’s a symbol of never-ending fun.”

— Joe Hill

170. “He had heard it the way he wanted to hear it. He had known what he had wanted to know. Maybe it was always that way for almost everyone.”

— Joe Hill

171. “As she stood there looking about, that radio sound resolved into the bluff baritone of Burl Ives, encouraging all the world to have a holly jolly Christmas, and never mind it was the third week of March. The voice was coming from the attached garage, a dingy building with a single roll-up door and four square windows looking into it, milky with filth.”

— Joe Hill

172. “When it came to producing a state of focus, quiet contentment, and inner peace, Zen meditation ran a very distant second to caffeine.”

— Joe Hill

173. “A lot of his songs, when they started out, sounded like old music. They arrived on his doorstep, wandering orphans, the lost children of large and venerable musical families. They came to him in the form of Tin Pan Alley sing-alongs, honky-tonk blues, Dust Bowl plaints, lost Chuck Berry riffs. Jude dressed them in black and taught them to scream.”

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174. “Reality had briefly slid aside one of its black, opaque panels, to give him a glimpse of the gears that ticked behind it. Saunders had discovered a universal constant, like gravity or the quantum nature of light. No matter where you went – no matter how ancient the traditions, no matter how grand the history, no matter how awe-inspiring the landscape – there was always a market for a cheap Happy Meal.”

— Joe Hill

175. “He had always known he would go out this way: on fire. He had always known that rage was flammable, dangerous to store under pressure, where he had kept it his whole life.”

— Joe Hill

176. “Keys turn both ways. You can lock something away... But you can also throw a bolt and set something free.”

— Joe Hill

177. “People just have to keep on going, because you never know when something wonderful is going to happen.”

— Joe Hill

178. “It was as if the day’s whole motion had merely described a great circle that was always, inevitably, going to lead him back to where he had started.”

— Joe Hill

179. “It was bad enough to be stuck in a pipe with a porcupine, worse to be in there with a lunatic, even if the lunatic happened to be herself.”

— Joe Hill

180. “If you hated someone, she was at least worthy of your passion.”

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181. “He’d possessed all the key elements of a school shooter: hormones, misery, ammunition. People wondered how something like Columbine could happen. Jude wondered why it didn’t happen more often.”

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182. “Jude had a private collection.”

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183. “Sometimes it seemed that one of the stars came loose from the firmament and sailed off with dizzying speed to a far corner of the night. In the dark hours before sunrise, constellations came apart and reformed and fell in burning streaks.”

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184. “As a world of shared ideas, Twitter is a kind of Inscape in and of itself, and a good one.”

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185. “Basically, it comes down do this: You can live life as a cripple or a coward. What happens now is up to you.”

— Joe Hill

186. “Danny did not think coke and computers were anything alike. But Jude had seen the way people hunched over their screens, clicking the refresh button again and again, waiting for some crucial if meaningless hit of information, and he thought it was almost exactly the same.”

— Joe Hill

187. “I had discovered some time ago that nothing frees the mind like dropping the pants. Try it if you doubt me. American productivity would, I believe, nearly double if everyone were free to work pantsless.”

— Joe Hill

188. “Some things you didn’t give away, no matter how much you owed.”

— Joe Hill

189. “A little north of Boston, there was something called LOVECRAFT KEYHOLE; it was a crater in the rough shape of a padlock.”

— Joe Hill

190. “The idea that her death should precede his was worse than intolerable, it was obscene.”

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191. “Americans curse without any imagination at all.” Harper.”

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192. “Her anger didn’t have a fixed point.”

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193. “He thought the government was trying to enslave humanity by controlling grammar.”

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194. “It is impossible to go through life without trust: that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself. – G. Greene Harper.”

— Joe Hill

195. “When she wasn’t painting, when she didn’t have creative work to occupy her, she became aware of a growing physical apprehension, like she was standing beneath a crane that was holding a piano aloft; at any moment she felt that the cables could snap and all that weight could fall upon her with a fatal crash.”

— Joe Hill

196. “Sometimes it seemed to him he was allergic to expressing himself. Often, when he desperately wanted to say a thing, he could actually feel his windpipe closing up on him, cutting off his air.”

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197. “She seemed almost to have a perverse impulse to make anyone who cared about her regret it, to find the thing that would most appall those people and then do that until they had to run away as a matter of self-preservation.”

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198. “That night Lee suffered overheated, sexually complicated dreams; he dreamed that Merrin was naked in his bed, and he sat on top of her arms and held her down while he forced a funnel into her mouth, a red plastic funnel, and then poured gasoline into it, and she began to buck under him as in orgasm.”

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199. “It was bad enough that she had been so utterly convinced he had a brilliant mind, but much worse to discover he was convinced of it, too, and on such thin evidence. It.”

— Joe Hill

200. “He knew, too, from things Vic had not told him, that she missed him and loved him with an intensity perhaps matched only by what she felt for her son.”

— Joe Hill