What is it about us human beings that we can’t let go of lost things?

The truth of course was otherwise, but Lecha had never felt she owed anyone the truth, unless it was truth about their own lives, and then they had to pay her to tell them.

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

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

The American public has difficulty believing ... [that] injustice continues to be inflicted upon Indian people because Americans assume that the sympathy and tolerance they feel toward Indians is somehow 'felt' or transferred to the government policy that deals with Indians. This is not the case.

I write in order to find out what I truly know and how I really feel about certain things. Writing requires me to go much deeper into my thoughts and memories than conversation does. Writing provides the solitude necessary to reflect on being in this world.

Writing cant change the world overnight, but writing may have an enormous effect over time, over the long haul.