Go back home where you came from. This country is mine, and I intend to stay here and to raise this country full of grown people.

Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country?

Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows. Now we are poor but we are free. No white man controls our footsteps. If we must die, we die defending our rights.

In my early days, I was eager to learn and to do things, and therefore I learned quickly.

First kill me before you take possession of my Fatherland.

When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?

The meat of the buffalo tastes the same on both sides of the border.