The Ancient People Perceived The World And

The American Public Has Difficulty Believing ... [that] Injustice Continues To Be Inflicted Upon Indian People Because Americans Assume That The Sympathy And Tolerance They Feel Toward Indians Is Somehow 'felt' Or Transferred To The Government Policy That Deals With Indians. This Is Not The Case.

But As Long As You Remember What You Have Seen, Then Nothing Is Gone. As Long As You Remember, It Is Part Of This Story We Have Together.

Things Which Don't Shift And Grow Are Dead Things.

For A Long Time He Had Been White Smoke. He Did Not Realize That Until He Left The Hospital, Because White Smoke Had No Consciousness Of Itself. It Faded Into The White World Of Their Bed Sheets And Walls; It Was Sucked Away By The Words Of Doctors Who Tried To Talk To The Invisible Scattered Smoke... They Saw His Outline But They Did Not Realize It Was Hollow Inside.

I Write In Order To Find Out What I Truly Know And How I Really Feel About Certain Things. Writing Requires Me To Go Much Deeper Into My Thoughts And Memories Than Conversation Does. Writing Provides The Solitude Necessary To Reflect On Being In This World.