The Pram Quotes

“He walked the path and the path funneled away his hurt and his misery and, yes, his resentment, his completely justified resentment at the cosmic forces that had fucked him over.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“It was less like she was lying in their dark bedroom, surfing the web to read about other women's miscarriages, and more as if the building had collapsed on them and they were trapped under tons of brick and plaster.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“The universe had settled into the business of taking things away from him: the baby, his simple married happiness, the sensual enjoyment he took from the smell of pines.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“That’s right, honey,” he said. “Fuck around and find out.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“a green burrow that ran outside reality, a place where it was juuuuust about possible to visit the life that had been stolen from him.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“The universe had settled into the business of taking things away from him:”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“All right, you little bastard,” Willy said. He should’ve been breathless with fright, but in that moment, his fear left him in a single exhalation. He couldn’t be a father. But he could still be a husband and keep it from going upstairs. “Come to Papa.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“The Sin-Planters believed wild spaces were more holy than any church a man could build?”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“my wife miscarried in the bathroom. I mopped up the blood myself, used a whole tub of Lysol Wipes, and now it feels like we live in a morgue. Thanks for asking.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“Fuck around and find out.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“What’s your Brooklyn residence like? Well”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“The unfairness of it angered Willy. It made him want to strangle someone. God, perhaps. Give him some nails—Willy would crucify the unjust bastard all over again.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“He didn’t feel they had lost a baby; it had been stolen from them, along with their daydreams, their whole idea of the future.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“First comes love, then comes miscarriage, then comes Willy with a lonesome bottle of red in a baby carriage.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“Their branches curved above him like the blackened ribs of some monstrous creature, the ancient bones of a beached megalodon.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“Maybe Hobomeck only reveals itself to you when you need Hobomeck,” Marianne said.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“my wife miscarried in the bathroom. I mopped up the blood myself, used a whole tub of Lysol Wipes, and now it feels like we live in a morgue.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“heard a bony thud on the exposed cherrywood floor. There was a second thud after that and a third, the sound of something crawling through the dark. It was the child, he knew. His child, the one he had been raising over the last month on his walks along the bridle path.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“seemed to him now, as it seemed to him then, that there should’ve been something—some public expression of grief for the baby that wasn’t. He”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“Their branches curved above him like the blackened ribs of some monstrous creature, the ancient bones of a beached megalodon. He whistled a single note and stopped. It felt like whistling in a monastery.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“It never once crossed his mind that he was depressed, too, that he had also lost a child.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“You little son of a bitch,” he shouted after it. “Get fucked and die.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“He didn't feel they had lost a baby; it had been stolen from them, along with their daydreams, their whole idea of the future.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“He had always had a fondness for seekers for people who could cheerfully and wholeheartedly find meaning in the ridiculous”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“He thought it wasn’t a baby at all, only something wearing the idea of a baby, and wearing it badly.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“He heard a bony thud on the exposed cherrywood floor. There was a second thud after that and a third, the sound of something crawling through the dark. It was the child, he knew. His child, the one he had been raising over the last month on his walks along the bridle path. He had nursed it on his resentments and it had gorged itself—he had no doubt he had raised a big, strong, healthy boy.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“Fatal injuries were a powerful narcotic.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“Willy should’ve been unnerved, but as he mounted the hill, closing in on the shed, he found himself grinning, his brow pricking with a sweat that he could not entirely put down to exertion. Some men were born to play football, fuck models, and be on TV; some men were born to attend Yale and run for Congress. Willy was born to push the pram . . . to walk out of his unhappy life and into the green wood of something better.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram

“You’re smarter than the rest of us—you didn’t have kids, Halpenny. Hot-blooded little sacks of infection with innocent, smiling faces. I envy you.”
― Joe Hill, The Pram