Love requires Context. by Joe Hill

Love requires Context.

Joe Hill

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You'll have pie in the sky when you die. by Joe Hill

You'll have pie in the sky when you die.

pie-in-the-face pie sky

Pick a sin we can both live with, is what I ask. by Joe Hill

Pick a sin we can both live with, is what I ask.

picks asks sin

There's only room for one hero in this story-and everyone knows the devil doesn't get to be the good guy.

devil guy hero

What a blessed if painful thing, this business of being alive. by Joe Hill

What a blessed if painful thing, this business of being alive.

alive painful blessed

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone. by Joe Hill

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.

sooner-or-later car black

She just knew that even when you had nothing, you still had love. by Joe Hill

She just knew that even when you had nothing, you still had love.

stills

Men, she thought, were one of the world's few sure comforts, like a fire on a cold October night, like cocoa, like broken-in-slippers. Their clumsy affections, their bristly faces, and their willingness to do what needed to be done - cook an omelette, change lightbulbs, make with hugging - sometimes almost made being a woman fun.

fun men night

Horror was rooted in sympathy . . . in understanding what it woul... by Joe Hill

Horror was rooted in sympathy . . . in understanding what it would be like to suffer the worst.

understanding suffering would-be

The blood of a redheaded woman is three degrees cooler than the blood of a normal woman. This has been established by medical studies.

degrees three blood

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.

differences imagination believe

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 on the street is you can't catch him.

gingerbread hopeful men

I didn't know the inner me was hungry," I said to Art. "That's be... by Joe Hill

I didn't know the inner me was hungry," I said to Art. "That's because it already starved to death.

hungry said art

Her sanity was a fragile thing, a butterfly cupped in her hands, that she carried with her everywhere, afraid of what would happen if she let it go-or got careless and crushed it.

butterfly depression hands

Don't ever have children, Tyler, unless you're ready to be afraid everyday for the rest of your life.

rest-of-your-life everyday children

It was like wondering how evil had come into the world or what happens to a person after he dies: an interesting philosophical exercise, but also curiously pointless, since evil and death happened, regardless of the why and the how and what-it-meant.

philosophical evil exercise

It would be nice to get a paycheck, but I don't know if I like a temporary solution to a permanent problem.

politics

Work and pray, live on hay, you'll get pie in the sky when you di... by Joe Hill

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

die you work sky