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Laird Hunt QUOTES

Laird Hunt QUOTES

1 " Comes a day when everything you thought you had put behind you sets up its tent in the middle of what you were still hoping you could call tomorrow and yells out, ‘Right this way.’

Well, here I come. "

― Laird Hunt , Kind One

2 " I wanted, I told her, to lie under the stars and smell different breezes. I wanted to drink different waters, feel different heats. Stand with my comrades atop the ruin of old ideas. Plant my boot and steel my eye and not run.
I said all this to my dead mother, spoke it down through the dirt: there was a conflagration to come; I wanted to lend it my spark. "

― Laird Hunt

3 " She asked Janie what it was like to have a mother, and Janie leaned over and gave Zorrie a kiss on the top of her head and then turned her around and gave her a quick kick in her seat and told her that having a mother was those two things, and that if sometimes it was more of one than the other, it all balanced out in the end. "

― Laird Hunt , Zorrie

4 " As she began to doze, she wondered if when you rode in airplanes, love, even old impossible love, sent hearts tumbling end over end. "

― Laird Hunt , Zorrie

5 " Still, it was Indiana, it was the dirt she had bloomed up out of, it was who she was, what she felt, how she thought, what she knew. "

― Laird Hunt , Zorrie

6 " El Señor nos había dado ojos para ver y pies para llevarnos a sitios donde pudiera verse todo, dijo. Era cosa nuestra salir y ver, salir y contemplar. Ese era nuestro trabajo. Debíamos atarnos bien los cordones de los zapatos y ponernos a ello. Lo peor que podía pasarnos era que fracasáramos. Y el fracaso solo significaba que habíamos tenido agallas suficientes para intentarlo. "

― Laird Hunt , Kind One

7 " A tale is a funny thing, and even when it’s your own and you have a quill in your hand you must be careful where you touch it. "

― Laird Hunt , In the House in the Dark of the Woods

8 " For there are things in this world that you think will never come to pass that will rob you of your voice for nothing but the joy of them when suddenly they do. "

― Laird Hunt , In the House in the Dark of the Woods

9 " There was magic in wanting to see a thing that has been marvelously described. "

― Laird Hunt , In the House in the Dark of the Woods

10 " You could get whiplash trying to watch time go by. "

― Laird Hunt , Zorrie

11 " Grief seemed to constitute a kind of connective membrane, not a divide, and the “fragile film of the present” felt strengthened, not threatened, by the past. Tears, it struck her—even ones that spilled out of your mouth or off a table—formed a fretwork the wingless could learn to walk over, if there had been enough of them and you tried. "

― Laird Hunt , Zorrie

12 " There are no poor men. Not even among the wretches. "

― Laird Hunt , In the House in the Dark of the Woods

13 " It occurred to her then that it was silence and not grief that connected them, that would keep them forever connected, the living and the dead—her, Noah, Opal, Harold, Janie, Marie, her parents, maybe the whole world, and that this was not such a bad thing, "

― Laird Hunt , Zorrie

14 " As she read and reread the note scrawled in Janie’s riotously looping hand, she understood that she was holding one of those rare objects brought into being by a hope you didn’t know you still had. "

― Laird Hunt , Zorrie

15 " I am dreaming, I thought, and should go straight to my bed and hide under its pillow, for, like quills, dreams can mark you, dreams can stripe your back. "

― Laird Hunt , In the House in the Dark of the Woods

16 " Grief seemed to constitute a kind of connective membrane, not a divide, and the “fragile film of the present” felt strengthened, not threatened, by the past. Tears, it struck her—even ones that spilled out of your mouth or off a table—formed a fretwork the wingless could learn to walk over, if there had been enough of them and you tried. She wondered if Noah had "

― Laird Hunt , Zorrie

17 " prepared for them. He would talk as they washed and dried and put the dishes away. He would talk and then not talk as they lay, later, for hours entire entwined. Zorrie slept in sweet, shallow bursts. Some nights, when she woke or couldn’t sleep, the walls fell away and the coming day unfurled before her. Lying there listening to the crickets, she could feel the corn against her waist and wrists, the tangled beans against her ankles. The wet "

― Laird Hunt , Zorrie

18 " Truth has many different drawers and shelves. "

― Laird Hunt , In the House in the Dark of the Woods

19 " She had often thought of Anne Frank, who had stuffed her short life with so much wonder, while here she was, having been granted many more years, just going through the motions like she was a ten-penny wind-up doll. "

― Laird Hunt , Zorrie

20 " There are no poor men. Not even among the wretches "

― Laird Hunt , In the House in the Dark of the Woods