Her name is Ago, and she belonged to the last culture to evolve in North America.

I wonder if, in the dark night of the sea, the octopus dreams of me.

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

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

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.

Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth. He ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience; to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder upon it, and dwell upon it.

The Kiowas reckoned their stature by the distance they could see.