Joe Hill

Heart-Shaped Box

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    “All the world is made of music. We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together.
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    Wherever did that boy go, the one who smiled on the elephant ride?”
    “He starved to death. I’m his ghost.”
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    The afternoon light was strange, a dim, poisonous red, a stormy twilight color. It was the same color Jude saw when he shut his eyes, the color of his headache
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    You spent three days livin’ like a dog, and now you have to die like one
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    At the sight of her, Jude felt an almost overwhelming throb of emotion: shock and loss and adoration all together. He could hardly bear to feel so much at once.
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    It was hard to live the outlaw life when you were famous.
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    Because the dead pull the living down.
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    The right words have a charge in them. Enough charge to bring the dead back to the living.”
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    He had feared her secrets—or, more specifically, the emotional entanglements that might come with knowing them.
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    The ghosts always caught up eventually, and there was no way to lock the door on them.
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    “What scares me is the idea of having kids and then them finding out the truth about me. Kids always find out. I found out about my folks.”
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    She really had been crazy and beautiful; dangerous, too. Dangerous to herself.
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    I’d rather ask questions,” she said, “than answer them.”
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    Pain has a way of wakin’ you up. Of remindin’ you who you are.”
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    maybe ghosts always haunted minds, not places
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    He would lie in bed at night looking his bullets over, studying the way the starlight shone on the polished casings, smelling the lead, the way a man might sniff at a ribbon scented with a lover’s perfume; thoughtfully, with a head full of sweet fantasy.
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    Long enough to overstay her welcome.”
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