I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind. Joe Hill More Quotes by Joe Hill More Quotes From Joe Hill I liked AC/DC," Lee said. "If you were going to shoot someone, you'd really want to do it while you were listening to them." "What about the Beatles? Did you feel like shooting anyone listening to them?" Lee considered seriously for a moment, then said, "Myself." At the same time he was laughing, Ig was distressed. Not liking the Beatles was almost as bad as not knowing about them at all. Joe Hill knowing listening laughing 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 the Bible is that from?" Ig asked her. "The Gospel of Keith Richards?" Joe Hill keith want needs I mean, when the world comes for your children, with the knives out, it's your job to stand in the way. Joe Hill jobs mean children Workers of the world awaken. Break your chains, demand your rights. Joe Hill taken ambition struggle I will die like a true-blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning - organize. Joe Hill mourning political blue All the world is made of music. We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together. Joe Hill together life world The best way to get even with anyone is to put them in the rearview mirror on your way to something better. Joe Hill rearview-mirror mirrors way I guess Satan was the first superhero [...] 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. Joe Hill snakes powerful adventure If the workers took a notion they could stop all speeding trains; every ship upon the ocean they can tie with mighty chains. Joe Hill ships ocean ties A pamphlet, no matter how good, is never read more than once, but a song is learned by heart and repeated over and over. And I maintain that if a person can put a few common sense facts into a song and dress them up in a cloak of humor, he will succeed in reaching a great number of workers who are too unintelligent or too indifferent to read. Joe Hill heart numbers song 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. Joe Hill ordinary running school Don't believe everything you hear today Joe Hill real-eyes today believe 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. Joe Hill awful want people ... people made the imaginary real all the time: taking the music they heard in their head and recording it, seeing a house in their imagination and building it. Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on. Joe Hill real imagination people The soul may not be destroyed. The soul goes on forever. Like the number pi, it is without cessation or conclusion. Like pi it is a constant. Pi is an irrational number, incapable of being made into a fraction, impossible to divide from itself. So, too, the soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you. Joe Hill irrational-numbers soul forever You think you know someone. But mostly you just know what you want to know. Joe Hill you-think-you-know want thinking Was there any human urge more pitiful-or more intense- than wanting another chance at something? Joe Hill another-chance intense humans We'll have freedom, love and health/When the grand red flag is flying, In the Workers' Commonwealth. Joe Hill red-flags workers flying Longhaired preachers come out every night, Tryin' to tell us what's wrong and what's right. But when asked about something to eat, They will tell you in voices so sweet. You will eat (You will eat!) By and by, (By and by!) In that glorious land in the sky. (Way up high!) Work and pray, live on hay, You'll get pie in the sky when you die. (That's a lie!) Joe Hill sweet night lying I remind myself that no one day of writing matters all that much. A story is built somewhat like a stalactite - one little drip of mud and grit at a time. Joe Hill one-day stories writing
