Top 450 Joe Hill Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “These days, I’m not sure it’s ever a good idea to leave anything important for tomorrow.”

— Joe Hill

352. “Her heels grind uselessly into the carpet. Her toes curl at the fibers. She stands in the quiet womb of the room, waiting for a signal from the root brain, the ancient network from which the invader has been exiled. She lifts her arms until they are fully extended, her fingers turned outward. Her ears prick up like sharp leaves, alert for moisture.”

— Joe Hill

353. “He felt he was being swept away, not just from his life but from God, the idea of God, or hope, or reason, the idea that things made sense, that cause followed effect, and it ought not to be like this, Ig felt, death ought not to be like this, even for sinners. He.”

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354. “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.”

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355. “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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356. “Falling in love in high school is like thinking you can fly a 747 because you know how to fly a kite.”

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357. “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.”

— Joe Hill

358. “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.”

— Joe Hill

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

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360. “The air was rank, and on my left, in a broad green meadow, arranged neatly in pairs, were dead lions and dead walruses and dead gazelles. It was like some horrible parade leading towards a cruel parody of Noah’s ark, a ship for everything that was gone and never coming back, everything that would not be saved.”

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361. “In his mind he’s that guy in the cowboy hat from The Walking Dead, wiping out the zombies.”

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362. “There have been six extinction events in the life of this planet. I bet every one of them was the spore.”

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

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

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366. “They’re all drylanders, they don’t understand how easy it is to go loose and fluid down here in the depths, how little rank and order seem to matter when you’re moving as a single beast with a dozen tails, two dozen arms, and trying all the while to keep yourself together, keep yourself unified, keep yourself whole. The chain of command dissolves under the pressure of the crushing deep, just as so many other things – both expected and unimagined – have already fallen away.”

— Joe Hill

367. “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.”

— Joe Hill

368. “Happiness will do more for you than any wonder drug the apothecaries can invent!”

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369. “Come on now, Mr. Gallagher. We turned the sound off for you. The bad woman can’t hurt you. We’ll keep you safe from all her reason and science and compassion.” “Just keep your back turned,” Loren Hayes added. “If you look at her, there’s the very real possibility you might catch a glimpse of empathy and it’ll give you a sour tummy.”

— Joe Hill

370. “He glanced over at the woman who had never been his wife but who had, incredibly, given him a child and made his life mean something. The idea that he had ever held her hand, or tasted her mouth, or made love to her, even now seemed as unlikely as being bitten by a radioactive spider.”

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

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372. “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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373. “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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374. “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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375. “If you drive to the end of Little Harbor Road, in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, it will take you to the ocean, but you won’t find the sandy lane to Camp Wyndham. I made the place up. Many other features of the area, however, are much as I presented them: South Street Cemetery, South Mill Pond, the Piscataqua Bridge. Here and there I have changed features to suit the needs of the story.”

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376. “Left one for you, kiddo, he imagined the fat man telling him. Marshall’s skull grinned with small, sharp, slanting teeth. Might come in handy. You never know. In another couple days, when you’re too weak to stand, it might be just what the doctor ordered. Swallow one as needed for pain and call me never.”

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377. “We’ll have to take it slow from here on out,” the Fireman said. He had that one wrong.”

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378. “Thank you, Maggie. For everything. For trying to warn me. For helping me. I’d give anything to take back the way I acted when I saw you in Haverhill. I was scared of you. That’s not an excuse. There isn’t any excuse. There’s a lot of things I wish I could redo. You can’t imagine. I wish there was something I could do to show you how sorry I am. Something I could give you besides words.”

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379. “At the end, I get to be the person I always wanted to be,” she thought.”

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380. “Wayne was certain dogs were as superstitious as humans. More, maybe.”

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381. “In the library the dead meet the living on collegial terms as a matter of course, every day.”

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382. “Later, she thought, not imagining that there wouldn’t be a later. Not for Father Storey.”

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383. “Ma’am,” Cline said, “I hid under dead bodies less cold than you.” He glanced at Harper and.”

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384. “She said, “I love you, Con,” because whatever Jakob believed about those three words, they still mattered to Harper. They were as close to an incantation as any she knew, had power other words lacked. “I’ll.”

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385. “Why don’t you hit Ig?” Terry whispered. “He’s the one checking out little redheads. Thinking lustful thoughts. He’s coveting. Look at him. You can see it on his face. Look at that coveting expression.” “Covetous,” Derrick said.”

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386. “I see God now as an unimaginative writer of popular fictions, someone who builds stories around sadistic and graceless plots, narratives that exist only to express His terror of a woman’s power to choose who and how to love, to redefine love as she sees fit, not as God thinks it ought to be. 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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387. “Not that they were married. They never would’ve married. All firemen are wedded to cinders, in the end.”

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388. “She wished she were not so aware of the vast gulf between what the men in her life thought she was worth and her actual value. She had, it seemed to her, always asked and expected too much and given too little. 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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389. “The dark man fled across the snow and Arthur Oakes followed.”

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

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391. “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.”

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392. “At first glance Bing knew that although this man might have passed for forty or so, he was much older than that. His eyes had the soft, faded look of sea glass; they were old eyes, unfathomably old. He had a long, harrowed face, wise and kindly, although he had an overbite and his teeth were a little crooked. It was the sort of face, Bing supposed, that some people would describe as ferretlike, but in profile it also would’ve looked just fine on currency.”

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393. “They’re not bad people, most of them. All they want is to be safe.” “Isn’t that always a permission slip for ugliness and cruelty? All they want is to be safe, and they don’t care who they have to destroy to stay that way. And.”

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394. “It was even softer and fluffier than I’d imagined. It was like wearing an Ewok.”

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395. “The Naughty List – People who skim or outright skip acknowledgments pages. Please contact the management for your free, all-expenses-paid pass to Christmasland.”

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396. “Dire?” the girl asks. And learns from the ranger that the Joshua trees may be on the brink of extinction. Botanists believe they are witnessing a coordinated response to crisis. Perhaps a drought, legible in the plants’ purplish leaves, has resulted in this push. Seeds in abundance. The ancient species’ Hail Mary pass. Yucca moths, attracted by the flowers’ penetrating odor, are their heroic spouses, equally dependent, equally endangered; their larval children feast on yucca seeds.”

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397. “What he felt was something larger than fear, a narcotic terror that numbed him completely, made it impossible to imagine moving.”

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398. “Repulsion masks attraction.”

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399. “Maybe she had found everything the world had to offer her: a notion very like despair.”

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400. “Little novels aren’t leisurely, meandering journeys. They’re drag races. You put the pedal to the floor and run your narrative right off the edge of the cliff.”

— Joe Hill