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By Anonym 16 Sep

Joe Hill

Everyone lives in two worlds,” Maggie said, speaking in an absentminded sort of way while she studied her letters. “There’s the real world, with all its annoying facts and rules. In the real world, there are things that are true and things that aren’t. Mostly the real world s-s-s-suh-sucks. But everyone also lives in the world inside their own head. An inscape, a world of thought. In a world made of thought—in an inscape—every idea is a fact. Emotions are as real as gravity. Dreams are as powerful as history. Creative people, like writers, and Henry Rollins, spend a lot of their time hanging out in their thoughtworld. S-s-strong creatives, though, can use a knife to cut the stitches between the two worlds, can bring them together. Your bike. My tiles. Those are our knives.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joe Hill

I want you to remember what was good in me, not what was most awful. The people you love should be allowed to keep their worst to themselves.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Joe Hill

The dead pull the living down.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Joe Hill

You loved me as hard as you knew how. I'd give anything to go back and love you better.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Joe Hill

The night had a nearly liquid quality, was like sliding into a warm swimming pool, a pool filled with buoyant darkenss instead of water.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Joe Hill

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.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joe Hill

I'll take the shooting. I'm used to that. I've been shot a few times in the past, and I guess I can stand it, again.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joe Hill

Don't believe everything you hear today

By Anonym 15 Sep

Joe Hill

Work and pray, live on hay, youll get pie in the sky when you die.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joe Hill

All the world is made of music. We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Joe Hill

He believed in his own decency with all his heart. So it was with every true monster, Vic supposed.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Joe Hill

Whatever your sexual orientation, whatever your ethnicity, whatever your age or personal experience, it is my hope you will find a hero somewhere here you can relate to, that speaks to the world as you see it. Even better: there is a good chance you will find some heroes who are deeply, fundamentally different from yourself. I don't have much patience with readers who yearn to explore incredible worlds and mind-bending situations but grow cold at the idea of imagining their way into different political ideas, different faiths, a different gender, a different skin, a different life.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joe Hill

I hope if there is another world, we will not be judged too harshly for the things we did wrong here—that we will at least be forgiven for the mistakes we made out of love.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Joe Hill

The people in charge can always justify doing terrible things in the name of the greater good. A slaughter here, a little torture there. It becomes moral to do things that would be immoral if an ordinary individual did ’em.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joe Hill

I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Joe Hill

Then she thought she had always known, deep down. She had always understood that obedience would be a great comfort to her, and that was in fact exactly why she resisted. She had sensed if she gave in once, just once, the next time would be easy.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Joe Hill

Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Joe Hill

Terry was cool, cooler then Ig would ever be, but he was afraid. His fear narrowed his vision so that he couldn't see anything except what he stood to lose.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Joe Hill

It's because she doesn't love being lonely. When a girl loses her virginity, though, it may hurt, but it's real. It might be the realest, most private thing you could ever see in another person. You wonder who she'll be in that moment, when you finally get past all the pretend.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joe Hill

The difference between childhood and adulthood, Vic had come to believe, was the difference between imagination and resignation. You traded one for the other and lost your way.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Joe Hill

The language of sin was universal, the original Esperanto.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Joe Hill

Was there any human urge more pitiful-or more intense- than wanting another chance at something?

By Anonym 18 Sep

Joe Hill

Ten pojeb chce, żeby każdy dzień był Bożym Narodzeniem, ale ja mu, kurwa, urządzę Dzień Niepodległości.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Joe Hill

The Locke family were my teachers and Keyhouse was my school. I learned from you that in this world, family is the final, most elemental unit of power.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Joe Hill

We are taught to think of personality as a singular, private possession. All the ideas and beliefs and attitudes that make you you—we are raised to believe them a set of files stored in the lockbox of the brain. Most people have no idea how much of themselves they store off-site. Your personality is not just a matter of what you know about yourself, but what others know about you. You are one person with your mother, and another with your lover, and yet another with your child. Those other people create you—finish you—as much as you create you. When you’re gone, the ones you’ve left behind get to keep the same part of you they always had.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Joe Hill

One thing I realize now is that you only advertise your beliefs with a t-shirt if you're seriously insecure.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Joe Hill

For a time he read his Neil Diamond bible by the firelight. He paused, twisting nervously at his goatee, considering the law in Deuteronomy that forbade clothes with mixed fibers. A problematic bit of Scripture. A matter that required thought. "Only the devil wants man to have a wide range of lightweight and comfortable styles to choose from," he murmured at last, trying out a new proverb. "Although there may be no forgiveness for polyester. On this matter, Satan and the Lord are in agreement.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Joe Hill

He got up and ran on, pitching himself down the hill, flying through the branches of the firs, leaping roots and rocks without seeing them. As he went, the hill got steeper and steeper, until it was really like falling. He was going too fast and he knew when he came to a stop, it would involve crashing into something, and shattering pain. Only as he went on, picking up speed all the time, until with each leap he seemed to sail through yards of darkness, he felt a giddy surge of emotion, a sensation that might have been panic but felt strangely like exhilaration. He felt as if at any moment his feet might leave the ground and never come back down. He knew this forest, this darkness, this night. He knew his chances: not good. He knew what was after him. It had been after him all his life. He knew where he was - in a story about to unfold an ending. He knew better than anyone how these stories went, and if anyone could find their way out of these woods, it was him. ("Best New Horror")

By Anonym 15 Sep

Joe Hill

When you think about it, most of the good ideas came along to make sin a whole lot easier.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joe Hill

I mean, when the world comes for your children, with the knives out, it's your job to stand in the way.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Joe Hill

He had been a demon for just two days, but the time when he knew what it was like to be loved seemed to exist in a hazily recalled past, to have been left behind long ago.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joe Hill

But God fears women even more that He fears the devil- and is right to. She, with her power to bring life into the world, was truly made in the image of the Creator, not man.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Joe Hill

Were talking about an attitude. Delayed gratification is there, planning, be able to give up something now to get something later.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Joe Hill

When Harper was in among the stones she could see brass plaques screwed into the towering pillars of granite. One listed the names of seventeen boys who had died in the mud of eastern France during the First World War. Another listed the names of thirty-four boys who had died on the beaches of western France during the Second. Harper thought all tombstones should be this size, that the small blocks to be found in most graveyards did not even begin to express the sickening enormity of losing a virgin son, thousands of miles away, in the muck and cold. You needed something so big you felt it might topple over and crush you.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joe Hill

I will die like a true-blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning - organize.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Joe Hill

I think if you cheat in a ethics class then there's really no hope for you.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Joe Hill

[...] In a lot of ways, I guess Satan was the first superhero.” “Don’t you mean supervillain?” “Nah. Hero, for sure. Think about it. In his first adventure, he took the form of a snake to free two prisoners being held naked in a Third World jungle prison by an all-powerful megalomaniac. At the same time, he broadened their diet and introduced them to their own sexuality. Sounds kind of like a cross between Animal Man and Dr. Phil to me.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Joe Hill

I'm sorry to bother you," she whispered. "When I get excited about a movie I want to talk. I can't help it.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joe Hill

Innocence ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, you know. Innocent little kids rip the wings off flies, because they don’t know any better. That’s innocence

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joe Hill

She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related. Love was closer to a need, no different from the need to eat, to breathe.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joe Hill

The best way to get even with anyone is to put them in the rearview mirror on your way to something better.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joe Hill

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Joe Hill

Wouldn’t be very fair to the rest of them, would it?” Harper asked. “They’re not bad people, most of them. All they want is to be safe.” “Isn’t that always a permission slip for ugliness and cruelty? All they want is to be safe, and they don’t care who they have to destroy to stay that way. And the people who want to kill us, the Cremation Crews, all they want is safety, too!

By Anonym 19 Sep

Joe Hill

This reminds me: Are you going to eat the placenta?” Renée asked Harper. “I understand that’s a thing now. We stocked a pregnancy guide at the bookstore with a whole chapter of placenta recipes in the back. Omelets and pasta sauces and so on.” “No, I don’t think so,” Harper said. “Dining on the placenta smacks of cannibalism, and I was hoping for a more dignified apocalypse.” “Rabbit mothers eat their own babies,” the Mazz said. “I found that out reading Watership Down. Apparently the mamas chow on their newborns all the time. Pop them down just like little meat Skittles.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Joe Hill

Carol says we speak with one voice. What she doesn't say is that voice belongs to HER. There's only one song to sing these days--Carol's song--and if you aren't in harmony, you can stick a stone in your mouth and shut the hell up.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joe Hill

She breathed deeply of the scent of decaying fiction, disintegrating history, and forgotten verse, and she observed for the first time that a room full of books smelled like dessert: a sweet snack made of figs, vanilla, glue, and cleverness.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joe Hill

Already, though, she understood the difference between being a child and being an adult. The difference is when someone says he can keep the bad things away, a child believes him.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joe Hill

Music [is] the third rail of life. You grabbed it to shock yourself out of the dull drag of hours. To feel something. To burn with all the emotions you didn't get to experience in the ordinary run of school, TV, and loading the dishwasher after dinner.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joe Hill

If you didn't have me to rake you over the coals now and then, there wouldn't be any fire in your life at all.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Joe Hill

Eddie Carroll had just come in from outside, and read Noonan's letter standing in the mudroom. He flipped to the beginning of the story. He stood reading for almost five minutes before noticing he was uncomfortably warm. He tossed his jacket at a hook and wandered into the kitchen. He sat for a while on the stairs to the second floor, turning through the pages. Then he was stretched on the couch in his office, head on a pile of books, reading in a slant of late October light, with no memory of how he had got there. He rushed through to the ending, then sat up, in the grip of a strange, bounding exuberance. He thought it was possibly the rudest, most awful thing he had ever read, and in his case that was saying something. He had waded through the rude and awful for most of his professional life, and in those fly-blown and diseased literary swamps had discovered flowers of unspeakable beauty, of which he was sure this was one. It was cruel and perverse and he had to have it. He turned to the beginning and started reading again. ("Best New Horror")