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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.