That was one thing you found out when you were stoned, or wasted, or feverish: that the world was always turning and that only a healthy mind could block out the sickening whirl of it.
Joe HillIt bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.
Joe HillI 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