Agent Mellin Quotes in Hunting by Stars
Chapter 13 Quotes
This was me now: bald, weak, caught. I recognized my eyes, but they too were different. I felt tiny. I felt young. […] And then a loud screech filled every molecule of air in the room, so high and so precise I felt it in my throat. I slapped my hands over my ears and dropped to the ground, gasping. After an interminable amount of time, the siren stopped, but I was already hollowed out from it. Gutted. I crawled on hands and knees to the middle of the room. At least the lights were on. Then I realized I didn’t care if the lights were on. Everything had been taken from me. I had nothing left to lose, not even light. They couldn’t reach me, not really, if everything was already gone.
Chapter 29 Quotes
“I just feel like, I don’t know, like a second-class citizen there.”
“Ummm, I mean, sometimes it’s weird. But they really take you on your own merit, you know? Like, you can work your way up from the bottom. It’s all about pulling yourself up.” He was practically skipping along. “I appreciate that. It means I can get to where I want to be for no other reason than that I earned it.”
“Okay, but aren’t you beginning a hundred yards back from the starting line while everyone else is already at the gate, just because of what they are and what you aren’t?”
He didn’t answer right away. A good sign. I kept going.
“Out here is where you can really prove yourself every day. And nature doesn’t judge anyone before they are called to task—it can’t.”
“We, brother, can make it so that more Native people have a chance to truly live. As productive members of a reborn society.”
[…]
“See, there will be the herd, and then there will be everyone else. Not divided by race, exactly. Just divided by purpose. And the purpose of Indigenous people will be to give birth to the answer. What more noble purpose could you ever ask for?”
Chapter 31 Quotes
I thought about what Mitch had told me. Farms. They weren’t ditching the schools; they were repurposing them. How could dreams be transferred in to such poisoned heads? I couldn’t imagine minds capable of making schemes like that also being able to create nighttime cinema of swimming through the stars or losing teeth by the handful. But it didn’t take depth to build cruelty, only a profound lack of hope.



