I didn’t know what to say to her. What do you say to people when they ask how it feels to lose everything? When every planet in your solar system has exploded?
We only know how to lose and be lost.
My career means, if you’re a non-Indian writing about Indians, at least there’s one Indian in your rearview mirror.
The dream he needed most was the dream that frightened him more.
My only purpose is to teach children to rebel against authority figures.
I don’t know what any individual should do about crossing her own borders. I only know that I live a happier, more adventurous life, by crossing borders.
I feel like a carton of eggs holding up an elephant.
At the halfway point of any drunken night, there is a moment when an Indian realizes he cannot turn back toward tradition and that he has no map to guide him toward the future.
We all have to find our own ways to say good-bye.
My school and my tribe are so poor and sad that we have to study from the same dang books our parents studied from. That is absolutely the saddest thing in the world.
We’re all travelling heavy with illusions.
She wanted to be buried in a coffin filled with used paperbacks.
I was studying the sky like I was an astronomer, except it was daytime and I didn’t have a telescope, so I was just an idiot.
When a glass sits on a table here, people don’t wonder if it’s half filled or half empty. They just hope it’s good beer.
I ain’t interested in the truth. I’m interested in the way things should be.
I’ve learned that the worst thing a parent can do is ignore their children.
One play can change your momentum forever.
Estranged from the tribe that gives no protection, What happens to the soul that hates its reflection?
It’s not oil that runs the world, it’s shame.
Like any good shaman, professional baseball player, or politician, my mother always answered questions with questions.