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

Anybody can act violently - there is nothing to it; but not every person is able to destroy his enemy with words.

He made a story for all of them, a story to give them strength. The words of the story poured out of his mouth as if they had substance, pebbles and stone extending to hold the corporal up...knees from buckling...hands from letting go of the blanket.

I don't make outlines or plans because whenever I do, they turn out to be useless. It is as if I am compelled to violate the scope of any outline or plan; it is as if the writing does not want me to know what is about to happen.

relationships. That's all there really is. There's your relationship with the dust that just blew in your face, or with the person who just kicked you end over end. ... You have to come to terms, to some kind of equilibrium, with those people around you, those people who care for you, your environment.

The Indian wars have never ended in the Americas.

the snow ... came in thick tufts like new wool - washed before the weaver spins it.