Some Native American writers enjoy being called Native American writers.
You looked at them and wondered why they were so ugly; you looked closely and could not find the source. Then you realized that it came from conviction, their conviction. It was as though some mysterious all-knowing master had given each one a cloak of ugliness to wear, and they had each accepted it without question.
He knew exactly what she meant: to get to a place where you could love anything you chose—not to need permission for desire—well now, that was freedom.
They did not believe death was accidental-life might be, but death was deliberate. They did not believe Nature was ever askew-only inconvenient...The purpose of evil was to survive it...
The human body is robust. It can gather strength when it's in mortal danger.
You looking good. Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.
Gimme hate, Lord, he whimpered. I'll take hate any day. But don't give me love. I can't take no more love, Lord. I can't carry it...It's too heavy. Jesus, you know, you know all about it. Ain't it heavy? Jesus? Ain't love heavy?
It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.
I told you again that you were the reason Adam ate the apple and its core. That when he left Eden, he left a rich man. Not only did he have Eve, but he had the taste of the first apple in the world in his mouth for the rest of his life.