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

To be of mixed blood is a great gift for a writer. I have one foot on tribal lands and one foot in middle-class life.

I think she is confused by the way I want her, which is like nobody else. I know this deep down. I want her in a new way, a way she's never been told about.

There is no such thing as a complete lack of order, only a design so vast it appears unrepetitive up close.

...whom he had saved from a life of excessive freedom

Death is the least civilized rite of passage.

I did not choose solitude. Who would? It came on me like a kind of vocation, demanding an effort that married women can't picture.