I have always kept notebooks and I go back to them over and over. They are my compost pile of ideas.

By writing I can live in ways that I could not survive.

You know, some people fall right through the hole in their lives. Its invisible, but they come to it after time, never knowing where.

By the time I was done with the car it looked worse than any typical Indian car that has been driven all its life on reservation roads, which they always say are like government promises - full of holes.

You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.

Hunger steals the memory

You see I thought love got easier over the years so it didn't hurt so bad when it hurt, or feel so good when it felt good. I thought it smoothed out and old people hardly noticed it. I thought it curled up and died, I guess. Now I saw it rear up like a whip and lash.