“Arthur takes a seat beside her. The colored lights bounce off his eyeglasses and Louisa loses all interest in time-travel technology. The future and the past disappear. All she feels is the tension between two bodies. How his head had… — Samantha Hunt Copy Share Image
“Two people who live their lives alone in rooms doing strange, gentle things can sometimes be together in the middle of a dangerous storm… — Samantha Hunt Copy Share Image
“When a country goes to war, men can no longer operate free and open laboratories. The Government would like to know what you are… — Samantha Hunt Copy Share Image
“No. I'm not from outer space or the future. And this is not magic, just science, pure engineering. Magic, religion, the occult --all of… — Samantha Hunt Copy Share Image
“I am not from Venus. . . . I am from a small town on the Serbo-Croation border.” — Samantha Hunt Copy Share Image
As a writer I feel more like a filter than a performer. I absorb and observe and then I name scatterings of stars into… — Samantha Hunt Copy Share Image
I like the night. I like a slight terror to remind me how precious life is. Like I was sleeping with my smallest child… — Samantha Hunt Copy Share Image
I am very bad at remembering the books I've read and so recently I had a wonderful experience. I decided I wanted to teach… — Samantha Hunt Copy Share Image
One night as I girl I spied my grandma and one of her sisters outside, holding hands and singing, "Sprites of the night are… — Samantha Hunt Copy Share Image
Wait," I say. "I think you're mistaken. Saying there is no dream is the same as saying everything is a dream. Isn't it? Everyone's… — Samantha Hunt Copy Share Image
“Unlock the door?' he asks. This family is an experiment, the biggest I've ever been part of, an experiment called: How do you let… — Samantha Hunt Copy Share Image
I'll just tell you what I remember because memory is as close as I've gotten to building my own time machine. — Samantha Hunt Copy Share Image
I am surprisingly optimistic, though lately that's been hard to maintain. Art and slow, small, close gestures help remind me of my optimism. — Samantha Hunt Copy Share Image
