But God fears women even more that He fears the devil- and is right to. She, with her power to bring life… — Joe Hill Copy Share Image
Maybe all the schemes of the devil were nothing compared to what man could think up. — Joe Hill Copy Share Image
Aren't you going to tell me I'm not so bad? she asked. Mmm-no. I was thinking how every man loves a hot… — Joe Hill Copy Share Image
Well. That's helpful. We'll put an APB out on the Gingerbread Man. I'm not hopeful it'll do us much good, though. Word… — Joe Hill Copy Share Image
Men, she thought, were one of the world's few sure comforts, like a fire on a cold October night, like cocoa, like… — Joe Hill Copy Share Image
He paused, twisting his goatee, considering the law in Deuteronomy that forbade clothes with mixed fibers. A problematic bit of Scripture. A… — Joe Hill Copy Share Image
I remember an era when you could get your nose sliced off for sticking it too far into another man's business. Now… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“a room full of books smelled like dessert: a sweet snack made of figs, vanilla, glue, and cleverness.” — Joe Hill Copy Share Image
“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 Image