Top 450 Joe Hill Quotes (2025 Update)
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401. “She had all his savage powers of logic. It made a person feel naive and childish for imagining there could be any good in the world at all.”

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

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403. “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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404. “In a lot of ways, I guess Satan was the first superhero.”

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405. “Right,” said the wolf. He said it “Ro-ight,” had a bit of a Liverpoolian accent. Liverpudlian, Saunders corrected himself mentally, randomly. No, Scouse. They called it Scouse, which sounded like a disease, something you might die from after being bitten by a wild animal.”

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406. “It is odd how much we want to be in love when you think about how much anxiety comes with it, like a tax on money you won in the lottery.”

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407. “The last note hung in the air like a snowflake that refused to fall.”

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408. “The teenagers who had signed up to be Lookouts loved hustling in the cold, pretending they were marines on a black op. Most of them had been preparing for postapocalyptic stealth missions since they were old enough to pick up an Xbox controller. “Father.”

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409. “Sounds could suggest shapes, painted a picture of the pocket of air in which they’d been given form.”

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

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411. “But other creatures of the desert do seem to apprehend what is happening. Through the crosshairs of its huge pupils, a tarantula watches Angie’s skin drink in the danger: the pollen from the Joshua mixes with the red blood on her finger. On a fuchsia ledge of limestone, a dozen lizards witness the Leap. They shut their gluey eyes as one, sealing their lucent bodies from contagion, inter-kingdom corruption.”

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

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413. “The Gasmask Man.”

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414. “Repulsion masks attraction.”

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

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416. “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?”

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

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

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

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423. “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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424. “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.”

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

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427. “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.”

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428. “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.”

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

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

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433. “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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434. “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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435. “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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436. “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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437. “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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438. “To weep was a kind of luxury; the dead felt no loss, wept for no one and nothing.”

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

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

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

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444. “At times, my brother made me think of one of those tapered, horned conch shells, with a glossy pink interior curving away and out of sight into some tightly wound inner mystery. You could hold your ear to such a shell and imagine you heard the depths of a vast roaring ocean – but it was really just a trick of acoustics.”

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

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446. “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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447. “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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448. “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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449. “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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450. “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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