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

My line of vision was such that the creature filled the moon like a fossil. It had gone there, I thought, to live and die, for there, of all places, was its small definition made whole and eternal

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.

For the storyteller, for the arrowmaker, language does indeed represent the only chance for survival.

I sometimes think the contemporary white American is more culturally deprived than the Indian.

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

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