As long as the hummingbird had not abandoned the land, somewhere there were still flowers, and they could all go on.

Then they grow away from the earth then they grow away from the sun then they grow away from the plants and the animals. They see no life. When they look they see only objects. The world is a dead thing for them the trees and the rivers are not alive. the mountains and stones are not alive. The deer and bear are objects. They see no life. They fear. They fear the world. They destroy what they fear. They fear themselves.

But sometimes what we call 'memory' and what we call 'imagination' are not so easily distinguished.

I will tell you something about stories . . . They aren't just entertainment. Don't be fooled. They are all we have, you see, all we have to fight off illness and death.

the material world and the flesh are only temporary - there are no sins of the flesh, spirit is everything!

The story was the important thing and little changes here and there were really part of the story. There were even stories about the different versions of stories and how they imagined the differing versions came to be.

Fortunately, her year of graduate classes prepared her for obnoxious conduct.