He looked into the crowd for approval, saw his mother and father. He waved and they waved back. Smiles and Indian teeth. They were both drunk. Everything familiar and welcome. Everything beautiful.

Spiritual matters should be private.

My career means, if you're a non-Indian writing about Indians, at least there's one Indian in your rearview mirror.

It was so quiet, a reservation kind of quiet, where you can hear somebody drinking whiskey on the rocks three miles away.

I don't think the revisionist historians are accurate. I think their agendas are clouded by selfishness and anger and rage.

He wanted the songs, the stories, to save everybody.

I believe in any kid's ability to read any book and form their own judgements. It's the job of a parent to guide his/her child through the reading of every book imaginable. Censorship of any form punishes curiosity.