Samantha Hunt Quotes

#1. he asks me, as if Ruth's become invisible. That's fucked up but that's what happens to women. We grow up into ghosts. No one wants to screw Ruth anymore so she's invisible.

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#2. Humans are so good at imagining things, they invent gods who feel so real, they then betray us by not existing.

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#3. A man who has to forge his own tools, his own language, is a man who is going somewhere.

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#4. Love destroys. Thought creates.

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#5. Something in knowing is not quite as wonderful as not knowing. The

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#6. there's nothing scary about dead people. It is the living who terrify.

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#7. For her, Mr. Splitfoot is a two that is sometimes a one, mothers and their children, Nat and Ruth, life and death. "Are

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#8. It's where a thing can't be beautiful or perfect without an imperfection. Say,

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#9. I would think a person who doesn't know what's she's running from can't really be on the run, but that's not true. Here

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#10. These woods are where silence has come to lick its wounds.

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#11. Why do the living assume the dead know better than we do? Like they gained some knowledge by dying, but why wouldn't they just be the same confused people they were before they died?

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#12. Perfection scribbled out or the imperfection that makes you, me, anyone perfect and complete because it includes the truth of our mortality. Get

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#13. I've been forgotten here. Left alone talking to lightning storms, studying the mysterious patterns the dust of dead people makes as it floats through the last light of day.

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#14. you don't have to be dead to haunt. Parents, songs, exes.

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#15. Women will one day rule the world, and when they do, their brains will be so finely tuned from all the years of quiet that I anticipate they will be far superior rulers to men.

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#16. There are no good guys or bad guys. Not really

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#17. Catching my breath. I watch them go. I watch them disregard gravity, the ground, and the distance between us. And though an old feeling, one of the wings, haunts my shoulder blades, I stay pinned to the window. I've learned that I cannot go with them

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#18. It seems the loneliest place in the world for something so lovely.

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#19. I'll just tell you what I remember because memory is as close as I've gotten to building my own time machine.

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#20. A dream to one day design terrifically odd-shaped swimming pools for a California clientele.

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#21. For people my age, including me, if we don't post it, it never happened. People's

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#22. I'm the story of Sheresa. I write a little bit of the fiction of me every day.

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#23. as if being born a girl makes her responsible for everyone alive.

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#24. Ruth does love Jesus, same way she loves Lincoln, Robin Hood, Martin Luther King, and Nat. Handsome men who fight for justice.

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#25. People can make beautiful mistakes, dear, and each one is an arrow, a brilliant arrow, pointing out the right way to there.

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#26. Like likes like." When

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#27. Millions of stars overhead make the violence of the Big Bang clear. So much force that matter is still sprinting away from the center. I

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#28. We were tired of living in a house.

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#29. My love for him was -- Tyranny.

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#30. He gave me an inside of ice so I'd never love you. But it didn't work. You are so close. You are the only warm thing to me. So warm, I am melting.

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#31. Because every story is a ghost story, even mine.

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#32. Heaven is a dream of Disneyland for those unable to act here on Earth.

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#33. Art isn't a hawk making lazy circles in the sky. Beauty doesn't equal art, and it can't just be the world in a package. It's got to take the world and mess it up some. Add the artifice as a lens, right?

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#34. Some people enjoy humiliation. Maybe I used to be one of those people, but I don't feel humiliation anymore. The body sloughs off cells every day, aging. After all that, what is left to feel humiliated? Very little indeed.

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#35. I would like to give you more of my heart,but there is nothing more I can give you. I gave you everything and you crushed it into bits.

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#36. You don't get to keep the feelings for someone you once loved. Once you've washed your hands of that person, all those feelings, all that dirty water is washed out to sea.

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#37. Religions need women. Who else would do all the work?

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