The Fireman

by Joe Hill

“Every day is September eleventh,” she said. “How are we supposed to live our lives when every day is September eleventh?” “We live with it until we can’t anymore,” he said.

When people do something for someone else, it’s always for their own personal psychological reasons.

When you had no voice, you had no identity.

kindness was the only light you had to find your way to safety,

Love never burns away. It just keeps on and on.”