the snow ... came in thick tufts like new wool - washed before the weaver spins it.
Leslie Marmon SilkoAs long as the hummingbird had not abandoned the land, somewhere there were still flowers, and they could all go on.
Leslie Marmon SilkoTo be able to make up stories has been a great gift to me from my ancestors and from the storytellers who were so numerous at Laguna Pueblo when I was growing up. I learned to read as soon as I could because I wanted stories without having to depend on adults to tell or read stories to me.
Leslie Marmon Silko