The Kiowas Reckoned Their Stature By The

Your Imagination Comes To Life, And This, You Think, Is Where Creation Was Begun.

I Am Interested In The Way That We Look At A Given Landscape And Take Possession Of It In Our Blood And Brain. None Of Us Lives Apart From The Land Entirely; Such An Isolation Is Unimaginable. If We Are To Realize And Maintain Our Humanity, We Must Come To A Moral Comprehension Of Earth And Air As It Is Perceived In The Long Turn Of Seasons And Of Years.

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

I Sometimes Think The Contemporary White American Is More Culturally Deprived Than The Indian.

There Was Only The Dark Infinity In Which Nothing Was. And Something Happened. At The Distance Of A Star Something Happened, And Everything Began. The Word Did Not Come Into Being, But It Was. It Did Not Break Upon The Silence, But It Was Older Than The Silence And The Silence Was Made Of It.