And as he spoke of understanding, I looked up and saw the rainbow leap with flames of many colors over me.

The boys of my people began very young to learn the ways of men, and no one taught us; we just learned by doing what we saw, and we were warriors at a time when boys now are like girls.

And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.

Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a person is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.

And as he spoke of understanding, I looked up and saw the rainbow leap with flames of many colors over me.

Sometimes dreams are wiser than waking.

My friend, I am going to tell you the story of my life, as you wish; and if it were only the story of my life I think I would not tell it; for what is one man that he should make much of his winters, even when they bend him like a heavy snow?