When it comes to death, we know that laughter and tears are pretty much the same thing. And so, laughing and crying, we said good-bye to my grandmother. And when we said goodbye to one grandmother, we said good-bye to all of them. Each funeral was a funeral for all of us. We lived and died together. All of us laughed when they lowered my grandmother into the ground. And all of us laughed when they covered her with dirt. And all of us laughed as we walked and drove and rode our way back to our lonely, lonely houses.

It's not oil that runs the world, it's shame.

You want the good life? You live where white people live, you go to school where white people go to school, and you shop where white people shop.

Funny how a little politeness can change people's minds.

If you're good at it, and you love it, and it helps you navigate the river of the world, then it can't be wrong.

We Indians really should be better liars, considering how often we've been lied to.

I write in blood because I remember what it felt like to bleed.