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

Loneliness is an aspect of the land.

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.

The first word gives origin to the second, the first and second to the third, and the third to the fourth, and so on. You cannot begin with the second word.

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

To look upon that landscape in the early morning, with the sun at your back, is to lose the sense of proportion.

I have a pretty good knowledge of the Indian world by virtue of living on several different reservations and being exposed to several different cultures and languages.