Top 450 Joe Hill Quotes (2024 Update)
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401. “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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402. “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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403. “Come! All ye faithful! Jiggy and triii-umphant! Come all ye faithful, sing yay for the Lord!”

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

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405. “Because there is no God. Your prayers are whispers to an empty room.”

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

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407. “Without understanding exactly how the trap got sprung, he can feel its teeth in him.”

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408. “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.”

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409. “I say you’re in hell when you don’t give to someone who needs, because you can’t bear to have less.”

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410. “Resentment is a form of starvation. Resentment is the hunger strike of the soul.”

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

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412. “It tasted of the oak cask and sweet annihilation.”

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

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414. “She wasn’t sure good intentions always paved the road to hell, but they for sure weren’t the highest standard of medical care. She.”

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415. “Time must be slowed to a crawl to make sense of any scene of true chaos – to show the flurry of human action and reaction going off like multiple strings of firecrackers, all at once. Every.”

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416. “Nor had he wanted to get right with God; he felt that God needed to get right with him.”

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

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418. “I’ve already visited the lost and lonely place at the end of the world, and all I know is, the only way to keep going is to do the things the people you loved would’ve wanted you to do.”

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419. “Ig laughed at that. The things people said. The effortless way they lied, to others, to themselves.”

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420. “Remember the stone in her fist.”

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

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

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424. “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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425. “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.”

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426. “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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427. “He was like a holy person in a Bible story, someone who can heal the ripped and infected parts of you with a laying-on of hands. You know how Bible stories go. That kind of person, they’re never around long. Losers and jerks put nails in them and watch the air run out.”

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

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429. “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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430. “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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431. “The last note hung in the air like a snowflake that refused to fall.”

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

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

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

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437. “The Gasmask Man.”

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438. “Repulsion masks attraction.”

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

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440. “A man in a white shirt and black pants leapt from one of the open windows. His hair was on fire. His arms pinwheeled as he dropped out of frame. He was followed seconds later by a woman in a dark skirt. When she jumped, she clasped her hands to her thighs, as if to keep her skirt from flapping up and showing her underwear. Jakob.”

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441. “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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442. “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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443. “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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444. “Writers were as parasitic, she supposed, as the spore itself.”

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445. “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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446. “The best time to see her is when the place is almost full.”

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447. “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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448. “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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449. “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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450. “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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