Joe Hill
Joe Hill
Joe Hill, born Joel Emmanuel Hägglund in Gävle, Sweden, and also known as Joseph Hillströmwas a Swedish-American labor activist, songwriter, and member of the Industrial Workers of the World. A native Swedish speaker, he learned English during the early 1900s, while working various jobs from New York to San Francisco. Hill, an immigrant worker frequently facing unemployment and underemployment, became a popular songwriter and cartoonist for the radical union. His most famous songs include "The Preacher and the Slave", "The...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionActivist
Date of Birth7 October 1879
CountryUnited States of America
Love requires Context.
Maybe all the schemes of the devil were nothing compared to what man could think up.
I am; I was. I want to be.
It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.
Don't ever have children, Tyler, unless you're ready to be afraid everyday for the rest of your life.
When you think about it, most of the good ideas came along to make sin a whole lot easier.
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.
You loved me as hard as you knew how. I'd give anything to go back and love you better...
Aren't you going to tell me I'm not so bad? she asked. Mmm-no. I was thinking how every man loves a hot girl with a history of making mistakes. Because it's always possible she'll make one with you.
You can't let facts get in the way of the truth.
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.
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.
The blood of a redheaded woman is three degrees cooler than the blood of a normal woman. This has been established by medical studies.
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.