55 Quotes by Samantha Hunt

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.

Those cuts on my ribs are because I am trying to open gills before the flood comes.

We watched the water between us rushing back out to sea and I swear I saw the ocean fill up with words, like Jude was bleeding all the things he couldn't tell anyone because it might kill him.

If one word can mean so many things at the same time then I don’t see why I can’t.

I get enraged at the tyranny of text.” “What’s that?” “You know. Left to right. Punctuation. Page 1, page 2, page 3.

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

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?

The color blue fills the entire mirror and, watching it, I think that is how a small northern town in America works. It enlists one beautiful thing like the ocean or the mountains or the snow to keep people stuck and stagnant and staring out to sea forever.

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.