“She breathed deeply and smelled water-logged books, the perfume of rotting cardboard and paper that had dried beneath the furnace of the July sun. If a single breath could summarize an entire life, she supposed that would do.” — Joe Hill Copy Share Image
Music [is] the third rail of life. You grabbed it to shock yourself out of the dull drag of hours. To feel something. To… — Joe Hill Copy Share
“He had despised that Mary with her idiot smile, symbol of a story that meant nothing, servant of a God who no good to… — Joe Hill Copy Share
“He'd possessed all the key elements of a school shooter: hormones, misery, ammunition. People wondered how something like Columbine could happen. Jude wondered why… — Joe Hill Copy Share
I have nothing to say for myself, only that I have always tried to make this earth a little bit better — Joe Hill Copy Share
“Vic’s father was badass. Other dads built things. Hers blew shit up and rode away on a Harley, smoking the cigarette he used to… — Joe Hill Copy Share
It's like in the Bible.You can't always get what you want, but if you really need something, you usually find it." "What part of… — Joe Hill Copy Share
“The air was rank, and on my left, in a broad green meadow, arranged neatly in pairs, were dead lions and dead walruses and… — Joe Hill Copy Share
“a room full of books smelled like dessert: a sweet snack made of figs, vanilla, glue, and cleverness.” — Joe Hill Copy Share
“When you were a Goth, it was important to at least imply the possibility you might burst into flames in direct sunlight.” — Joe Hill Copy Share
“They came to believe their doctors were holding back limited quantities of a cure, and attempted to take them hostage. They formed armies, congresses,… — Joe Hill Copy Share
“He had his flaws - he'd voted for Reagan, he believed that Carl Weathers was a GREAT thespian, and he grew emotional listening to… — Joe Hill Copy Share
