Right And Wrong Were Shades Of Meaning,

To Be Of Mixed Blood Is A Great Gift For A Writer. I Have One Foot On Tribal Lands And One Foot In Middle-class Life.

Old Love, Middle Love, The Kind Of Love That Knows Itself And Knows That Nothing Lasts, Is A Desperate Shared Wildness.

By The Time I Was Done With The Car It Looked Worse Than Any Typical Indian Car That Has Been Driven All Its Life On Reservation Roads, Which They Always Say Are Like Government Promises - Full Of Holes.

I Feel Myself Becoming Less A Person Than A Place, Inhabited, A Foreign Land.

Her Clothes Were Filled With Safety Pins And Hidden Tears.