But if there was embellishment, it only had to do with the facts.
He had a thousand-year-old stare.
Women don't realize how much store men set on the regularity of their habits. We absorb their comings and goings into our bodies, their rhythms into our bones.
Love. The black hook. The spear singing through the mind.
I have always kept notebooks and I go back to them over and over. They are my compost pile of ideas.
[On her and husband Michael Dorris:] We both have title collections. I think a title is like a magnet. It begins to draw these scraps of experience or conversation or memory to it. Eventually, it collects a book.