Samantha

“But you can't ever imagine what you're going to care about when you turn into the version of you that’s waiting on the other side of five years from now. That’s a stranger waiting to ambush you, and all you can do is plant your feet and try not to get thrown.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Past Is Red

“Sometimes all I have are words and to write them means they are no longer prayers but are now animals. Other people can hunt them.”
― Victoria Chang, Obit

“Blame is just an echo of pain, a veil across the face of the one you blame. I blame God. I want to complain to the boss of God about God. What if the boss of God is rain and the only way to speak to rain is to open your mouth to the sky and drown?”
― Victoria Chang, Obit

“The way memory is the ringing after a gunshot. The way we try to remember the gunshot but can’t. The way memory gets up after someone has died and starts walking.”
― Victoria Chang, Obit