Gutshot Quotes

“My mind was once diseased with the strange and heady ambition that I might somehow improve the world by living in it.”
― Amelia Gray, Gutshot

“Emily taught him to view each day as a wild element divorced from past and future.”
― Amelia Gray, Gutshot: Stories

“Attention is the most worthless currency on the planet,” I said. “When you treat it like it’s precious, you’re blinding yourself to the possibility that you might find it elsewhere. And it’s everywhere, attention is.”
― Amelia Gray, Gutshot: Stories

“The sun beasts the shit out of a dirty road called Raton Pass where the closest thing to a pair of matching earring is a guy named Carl who punches you in the head with his fist.”
― Amelia Gray, Gutshot

“It's harder to leave your burning home after you've spent so much time cleaning its floors.”
― Amelia Gray, Gutshot

“angles. His attention is a penny placed on a monument. Give the monument your prayers, not the coin.”
― Amelia Gray, Gutshot: Stories

“You must practice the act of connection without attachment,” she said. “Think of us as two stones together at the bottom of a shallow stream. We jostle against each other.” She pushed him gently on the shoulder to illustrate the concept of jostling. “Eventually the stream pulls us apart, or covers us with a fine silt.”
― Amelia Gray, Gutshot: Stories

“Attention is the most worthless currency on the planet.”
― Amelia Gray, Gutshot

“bodies are mannequins carrying skin and clothing and color.”
― Amelia Gray, Gutshot: Stories

“He was quiet, turning over the idea that Emily had a mother. He imagined a whole gloomy family tree, and then imagined taking a chain saw to the tree and sitting on the stump, listening to Fleetwood Mac on a cassette player and waiting for the wood to dry so he could burn”
― Amelia Gray, Gutshot: Stories

“He heard in the protests of the steel a message from the mechanized world. He thought it was a love song, but he was mistaken.”
― Amelia Gray, Gutshot

“He smelled like a fresh meatball sub.”
― Amelia Gray, Gutshot

“In the back of the cabinet, over the plates, there was a portal through which I viewed the windless void of a new ecosystem. I could almost hear it breathing.”
― Amelia Gray, Gutshot

“Her legs made a graceful arc, ankles as delicate as a fossil of an ancient sea creature, like her body progressed back in time from head to foot.”
― Amelia Gray, Gutshot: Stories

“the house, which had begun to smell like a hot scalp.”
― Amelia Gray, Gutshot: Stories