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

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

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

Words were medicine; they were magic and invisible. They came from nothing into sound and meaning. They were beyond price; they could neither be bought nor sold.

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

It is here that I can concentrate my mind upon the Remembered Earth. It is here that I am most conscious of being, here that wonder comes upon my blood, here I want to live forever; and it is no matter that I must die.

It's a landscape that has to be seen to be believed. And, as I say on occasion, it may have to be believed in order to be seen.