As a teenager and into my early twenties I lived in a geodesic dome on a mountain. No running water, no phone, real rustic. I loved it. One night, there by myself, I was terrified. I was up in the… — 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
As a writer I feel more like a filter than a performer. I absorb and observe and then I name scatterings of stars into constellations. I don't usually spend time asking whether the stars are random or planned. I make a narrative in the darkness, the area subscribed by an outline of bright points. Sometimes they look like Ursa Minor,… — Samantha Hunt Copy Share
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 Toni Morrison's The Bluest Eye. I hadn't read it in twenty-five years. I was surprised to find how much I drew from that book. Stole from that book, learned from that book about writing. I had… — Samantha Hunt Copy Share
One night as I girl I spied my grandma and one of her sisters outside, holding hands and singing, "Sprites of the night are we, are we. Singing and dancing joyfully." It was witchy and wonderful because it meant there was power in joy. They were not afraid of the night because they were giggling. I am very interested in… — Samantha Hunt Copy Share
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 a dreamer? Extraordinary things happen all the time even when we're awake. What I meant to suggest to you, if indeed that was me in your dream doing the suggesting, is that there is only one… — Samantha Hunt Copy Share
“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
