My father was a painter and he taught art. He once said to me, 'I never knew an Indian child who could not draw.'

Your imagination comes to life, and this, you think, is where Creation was begun.

My line of vision was such that the creature filled the moon like a fossil. It had gone there, I thought, to live and die, for there, of all places, was its small definition made whole and eternal

He used both hands when he made the bear. Imagine a bear proceeding from the hands of God.

The landscape of the American West has to be seen to believed and has to be believed to be seen.

Anything is bearable if you can make a story out of it.

There was only the dark infinity in which nothing was. And something happened. At the distance of a star something happened, and everything began. The Word did not come into being, but it was. It did not break upon the silence, but it was older than the silence and the silence was made of it.