In the beginning was the word, and it was spoken.

A word has power in and of itself. It comes from nothing into sound and meaning; it gives origin to all things.

They have assumed the names and gestures of their enemies, but have held on to their own, secret souls; and in this there is a resistance and an overcoming, a long outwaiting.

If you believe in the power of words, you can bring about physical changes in the universe.

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

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

There is a great good in returning to a landscape that has had extraordinary meaning in one's life. It happens that we return to such places in our minds irresistibly. There are certain villages and towns, mountains and plains that, having seen them walked in them lived in them even for a day, we keep forever in the mind's eye. They become indispensable to our well-being; they define us, and we say, I am who I am because I have been there, or there.