Loneliness Is An Aspect Of The Land.

Words Were Medicine; They Were Magic And Invisible. They Came From Nothing Into Sound And Meaning. They Were Beyond Price; They Could Neither Be Bought Nor Sold.

The Highest Human Purpose Is Always To Reinvent And Celebrate The Sacred.

Indians Are Marvelous Storytellers. In Some Ways, That Oral Tradition Is Stronger Than The Written Tradition.

I Wonder If, In The Dark Night Of The Sea, The Octopus Dreams Of Me.

If You Believe In The Power Of Words, You Can Bring About Physical Changes In The Universe.