“Something terrible is happening to me, Mom,” he said, his voice cracking. For the first time all morning, he felt close to tears. “Oh, baby,” she said again. “Why couldn’t you have gone somewhere else?” “Excuse me?” “I don’t want… — 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