Loneliness Is An Aspect Of The Land.

He Used Both Hands When He Made The Bear. Imagine A Bear Proceeding From The Hands Of God.

They Have Assumed The Names And Gestures Of Their Enemies, But Have Held On To Their Own, Secret Souls; And In This There Is A Resistance And An Overcoming, A Long Outwaiting.

It's A Landscape That Has To Be Seen To Be Believed. And, As I Say On Occasion, It May Have To Be Believed In Order To Be Seen.

For The Storyteller, For The Arrowmaker, Language Does Indeed Represent The Only Chance For Survival.

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.