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.
Joe HillAll the world is made of music. We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together.
Joe HillI see God now as an unimaginative writer of popular fictions, someone who builds stories around sadistic and graceless plots, narratives that exist only to express His terror of a woman's power to choose who and how to love, to redefine love as she sees fit, not as God thinks it ought to be. The author is unworthy of His own characters.
Joe Hill