I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying in the yellow haze of the sun. There were children crying and colors flying all around the chosen ones.

True love opens the gates of time.

I'm not into organized religion. I'm into believing in a higher source of creation, realizing we're all just part of nature.

Did He give me the gift of love to say who I could choose? When God made me did He give me the gift of voice so some could silence me? Did he give me the gift of vision not knowing what I might see? Did he give me the gift of compassion to help my fellow man?

Five hundred years later we're still doing it. This is a moment where we're either going to reaffirm that's what we do [with Native Americans ], that's who we are, or we're going to start moving toward change. A change won't come easy, because there's a lot of big money that doesn't care about any of this.

I love it when people yell at me about the environment and then I tell 'em I'm burning 90% cleaner than them.

I totally have no other talent and I would be totally out of work if I did anything else.