So what is wild? What is wilderness? What are dreams but an internal wilderness and what is desire but a wildness of the soul?

The only time I see the truth is when I cross my eyes.

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.

I am at the bookstore a lot, but let my friends, the professional Birchbark Books staff, handle the day in and day out.

What is this life but the sound of an appalling love.

Freedom, I found is not only in the running but in the heart, the mind, the hands.