1. "These woods are where silence has come to lick its wounds."
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Samantha Hunt, Mr. Splitfoot
2. "Because every story is a ghost story, even mine."
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Samantha Hunt, Mr. Splitfoot
3. "Oh, I’m real. I’m the story of Sheresa. I write a little bit of the fiction of me every day. You see what I’m talking about? Then once you have the boundaries of history and fiction secure, where does everything else fall? Somewhere in between the two. History holds up one side of our lives and fiction the other. Mother, father. Birth, death, and in between, that’s where you find religion. That’s where you find art, science, engineering. It’s where things get made from belief and memory."
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Samantha Hunt, Mr. Splitfoot
4. "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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Samantha Hunt, Mr. Splitfoot
5. "Religions need women. Who else would do all the work?"
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Samantha Hunt, Mr. Splitfoot
6. "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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Samantha Hunt, Mr. Splitfoot
7. "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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Samantha Hunt, Mr. Splitfoot
8. "Summer’s ending and the closest thing I’ve had to an adventure was a Google search of Baja California."
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Samantha Hunt, Mr. Splitfoot
9. "The first two days without a phone, my insides are jumpy and nauseated, a true withdrawal. My veins ache for information from the Internet, distractions from thought. I’m lonely. My neck, lungs, blood hurt like I’m getting a cold. The world happens without me because I’m exiled with no Wi-Fi. I wonder if my shoes have arrived yet. Maybe Lord is trying to reach me with news of his divorce. I have a parade of grotesque urges. I want to push little buttons quickly. I want information immediately. I want to post pictures of Ruth and me smiling into the sun. I want people to like me, like me, like me. I want to buy things without trying them on. I want to look at photos of drunk kids I knew back in high school. And I want it all in my hand. But my cyborg parts have been ripped out. What’s the temperature? I don’t know. What’s the capital of Hawaii? I don’t know anything. I"
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Samantha Hunt, Mr. Splitfoot
10. "I get enraged at the tyranny of text. What’s that? You know. Left to right. Punctuation. Page 1, page 2, page 3."
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Samantha Hunt, Mr. Splitfoot