The ordinary can be like medicine.

Since Jesus was human then he most assuredly farted and burped. And if God did create us in God's image then God must fart and burp as well.

Life is a constant struggle between being an individual and being a member of the community.

She wanted to be buried in a coffin filled with used paperbacks.

And believe me, a good piece of chicken can make anybody believe in the existence of God.

But something magical happened to me when I went to Reardan. Overnight I became a good player. I suppose it had something to do with confidence. I mean, I'd always been the lowest Indian on the reservation totem pole - I wasn't expected to be good so I wasn't. But in Reardan, my coach and the other players wanted me to be good. They needed me to be good. They expected me to be good. And so I became good. I wanted to live up to the expectations. I guess that's what it comes down to. The power of expectations. And as they expected more of me, I expected more of myself, and it just grew and grew.

I don't have to participate in another culture's ceremonies in order to respect that culture.