Top 450 Joe Hill Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “Eu ponho uma bola de gude na boca para me lembrar de ficar calado e escutar de vez em quando.”

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352. “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.”

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

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

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355. “Humanity is worse than flies. If even one dried nugget of offal survives the flames, we’ll be swarming all over it. Fighting about who owns it and selling the most fragrant chunks to the wealthy and the gullible. You’re afraid it’s the End Times because we’re surrounded by death and ruin. Nurse Willowes, don’t you know? Death and ruin is man’s preferred ecosystem. Did.”

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356. “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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357. “These days, I’m not sure it’s ever a good idea to leave anything important for tomorrow.”

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358. “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.”

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359. “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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360. “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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361. “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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362. “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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363. “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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364. “Any pattern repeated over and over is bound to turn into wallpaper eventually, whether it’s flowers or corpses.”

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365. “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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366. “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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367. “It’s a bigger pain in the ass than rectal cancer.”

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368. “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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369. “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.”

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370. “If he took you camping after he died, my boy, then you would have a story to tell!”

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371. “Oh, yeah,” my dad said. “Check out Such Men Are Dangerous, the novel Block wrote as Paul Kavanagh. That book is less like a novel, more like getting mugged in an alley.” Such Men Are Dangerous was the story of an ex-soldier who had done ugly things in the war and come home looking to do some ugly things right here. While it has been decades since I read it, I think my dad’s assessment was roughly correct.”

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372. “Miriam sang, “Gail, Gail, she bosses everyone around. Gail, Gail, she is really stupid.” The melody was just as good as the lyrics.”

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373. “Ever try not to think? It’s like trying not to breathe – no one can do it for long.”

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374. “The Gasmask Man.”

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

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376. “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.”

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377. “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!”

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378. “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.”

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379. “Remember the stone in her fist.”

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

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381. “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.”

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

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384. “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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385. “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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386. “In the distance, she could hear the congregation roaring the Talking Heads, bellowing about the sweet release of burning it all down.”

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

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

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389. “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.”

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390. “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.”

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

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

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393. “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.”

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

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

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396. “It would be a librarian.”

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

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398. “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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399. “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.”

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400. “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.”

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