What men call adventures usually consist of the stoical endurance of appalling daily misery.

Every so often something shatters like ice and we are in the river of our existence. We are aware.

If, as I suspect, my body survives by uttering itself over and over again, then I have some questions. If [I] am one word, so are my daughters, so are all of us in strings and loops. Each life is one short word slowly uttered.

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

I don't pray. When I was young, I vowed I never would be caught begging God. If I want something I get it for myself. I go to church only to show the old hens they don't get me down.

Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.

Here is the most telling fact: you wish to possess me.
 Here is another fact: I loved you and let you think you could.