All through my life I never did believe in human measurement. Numbers, time, inches, feet. All are just ploys for cutting nature down to size. I know the grand scheme of the world is beyond our brains to fathom, so I don't try, just let it in.

When women age into their power, no wind can upset them, no hand turn aside their knowledge, no fact can deflect their point of view.

Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.

We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.

In our own beginnings, we are formed out of the body's interior landscape. For a short while, our mothers' bodies are the boundaries and personal geography which are all that we know of the world...Once we no longer live beneath our mother's heart, it is the earth with which we form the same dependent relationship, relying...on its cycles and elements, helpless without its protective embrace.

It's impossible to write about Native life without humor-that's how people maintain sanity.

my mind ran over scenes of Shesheeb seducing Margaret until I was a wagon dragged by the runaway horses of my jealousy.