Top 450 Joe Hill Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “One thing I realize now is that you only advertise your beliefs with a t-shirt if you’re seriously insecure.”

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302. “The people who had witnessed the mushroom cloud rising from Hiroshima could’ve felt no less.”

— Joe Hill

303. “Lake Pontchartrain, huh?”

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304. “Satan has long been known as the Adversary, but God fears women even more than 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, and in all ways has proved Herself a more deserving object of man’s worship than Christ, that unshaven fanatic who lusted for the end of the world.”

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305. “Fear does not incline people to be moderate in their use of extreme tactics.”

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306. “Give a man a choice between reality and loneliness or fantasy and community, he’ll pick having friends every time.”

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307. “She was saying he wasn’t like the children in Christmasland. She was saying he was still himself. But Charlie Manx had said something different. Charlie Manx said blood didn’t come out of silk. Tabitha.”

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308. “A man just can’t earn a living wage selling Smurfpecker in this blighted nation. 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. “Tom.”

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309. “In Vietnam he earned a Purple Heart and a Bronze Star. He was discharged with honors and settled in Florida.”

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310. “But if God hates sin and Satan punishes the sinners, aren’t they working the same side of the street?”

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311. “I’m a Browncoat, man.” “More like turncoat,” Daltry said, and laughed. Flecks of spittle hit Bilbo in the face.”

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312. “All good preachers have a little of the devil in them.”

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313. “Harper took a can of Spam out of her carpetbag and hunted in the cupboard for something to spread it on.”

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314. “The Incas were right to worship the sun, Father. God is fire. Combustion is the one inarguable blessing. A tree, oil, coal, a man, a civilization, a soul. They’ve all got to burn sometime. The warmth made by their passing may be the salvation of others. The ultimate value of the Bible, the Constitution, or any work of literature, really, is that they all burn very well, and for a while they keep back the cold.”

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315. “You sure you’re all right? You aren’t out here pondering dark female thoughts are you?”

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316. “Men who love the Stones are fixated on cock.”

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317. “Ha ha,” he told her. “I get it. Very funny. Everyone loves a good deaf joke. Hey, why did God make farts stink? So deaf people could enjoy them, too.” When.”

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318. “Invent a way not to ged old,” he said. “It is a terrible goddem trick to play on someone. Gedding old is no way to stop being young.”

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319. “Put a stone in your mouth instead of a lie. Put a rock on your tongue instead of gossip.”

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320. “Then she thought she had always known, deep down. She had always understood that obedience would be a great comfort to her, and that was in fact exactly why she resisted. She had sensed if she gave in once, just once, the next time would be easy.”

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321. “Did he finish reading The Hunger Games before his heart gave out? I hoped so. For me, a lifelong bookworm, there was nothing quite so awful as the thought of dying fifty pages from the end of a good novel.”

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322. “It is in fact a world of mud and faeces they desire, a world with no Art in it, or anyone like him, a place where there is no talk of books or God or the worlds beyond this world, a place where the only communication is the hysterical barking of starving and hate-filled dogs.”

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323. “In a lot of ways, I guess Satan was the first superhero.” “Don’t you mean supervillain?” “Nah. Hero, for sure. Think about it. In his first adventure, he took the form of a snake to free two prisoners being held naked in a Third World jungle prison by an all-powerful megalomaniac. At the same time, he broadened their diet and introduced them to their own sexuality. Sounds kind of like a cross between Animal Man and Dr. Phil to me.” She.”

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324. “Who says we’re smart?′ she asked, in a tone of playful contempt. ‘We never even mastered fire. We thought we did, but you see now, it has mastered us.”

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325. “A thousand prayers every minute everywhere and what does God ever say back? Nothing! Because silence never lies. Silence is God’s final advantage. Silence is the purest form of harmony. Everyone ought to try it.”

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326. “There is the True Knot, who live on the road and are in much the same line of work as myself. I leave them be and they are glad to return the favor.”

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327. “To live for others was to live fully; to live only for yourself, a cold kind of death. The sugar was sweeter when you gave it to someone else to taste.”

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328. “You don’t want to start A Game of Thrones when you might catch fire all of a sudden.”

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329. “Aisha was ten and didn’t understand half of what Colson said, up there on the stage, dressed in purple velvet like he was Prince. She couldn’t follow the words, but she didn’t have any problem making sense of the way Juliet looked at him. Aisha didn’t have any problem figuring out why Juliet’s cousin hated Romeo either. Tybalt didn’t want some smooth-talking black kid crowding in on any white girl, let alone someone in his family.”

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330. “The problem with role models is they teach you roles.”

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331. “What’s He ever done for you?” Ig asked her. “Does he make it hurt less when people laugh at you behind your back? Or more- because for His sake you’re all alone in the world?”

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332. “The author is unworthy of His own characters. The devil is first a literary critic, who delivers this untalented scribbler the public flaying He deserves.”

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333. “Only the devil loves humans for what they are and rejoices in their cunning schemes against themselves, their shameless curiosity, their lack of self-control, their impulse to break a rule as soon as they hear tell of it, their willingness to forsake their immortal soul for nookie. The devil knows that only those with the courage to risk their soul for love are entitled to have a soul, even if God does not.”

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334. “Harper thought of Hillary Clinton. She.”

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335. “It’s about the terror of an ordinary life” or “It’s the story of a man shipwrecked in his own mind.” But.”

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336. “In the West you will find men like that, fellows with gentle hands and hard, flat voices. Horses and dogs are instinctively loyal to such fellows, while yellowbellies and equivocators instinctively fear them. They make mediocre husbands, good officers of the law, and top-notch bank robbers.”

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337. “Any pattern repeated over and over is bound to turn into wallpaper eventually, whether it’s flowers or corpses.”

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338. “Time to pour a glass of strawberry Quik – Mr. Beukes liked to use it as an ingredient in his protein shakes, and I liked to use it as an ingredient in my fat ass –.”

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339. “When the song faded out, a woman began a report, “Today in Blessings.” It was news, of a sort. She said word had come in that J. K. Rowling, author of the godless Harry Potter novels, had been killed by firing squad in Edinburgh. Her execution had been televised on what remained of the Web.”

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340. “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.”

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341. “And at last Lee said, “What are those goddamn things on your head?” He sounded genuinely surprised. “Jesus, Ig. Are those horns?”

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

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343. “The road will make me better. The road always does.”

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

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345. “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.”

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346. “A book of stories isn’t a novel and can’t have the simple narrative drive of a novel. I think it should still try to have a feeling of progression, of connectedness. It’s like a road trip. You’re staying in a different inn every night:.”

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347. “They glowed in the darkness, all of them: pale shining wisps with rings of light where their eyes belonged, as if they were the dead – ghosts risen from their graves – not Gilbert Cline. Harper felt their grief as a slow current of cold water, and herself as a leaf revolving upon it. As.”

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348. “Most people took no more notice of the profoundly deaf than they did of their own shadows. They.”

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349. “She was being erased a little at a time by a cancer that fed not on her flesh but on her inner life, on her private store of happiness.”

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350. “Do you spend a lot of nights keeping the fire department in hysterics with creative acts of arson?” “Everyone needs a hobby,” he said. Then.”

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