Sherman Alexie, The Lone Ranger And Tonto Fistfight In Heaven Quotes
It was so quiet, a reservation kind of quiet, where you can hear somebody drinking whiskey on the rocks three miles away.
He looked into the crowd for approval, saw his mother and father. He waved and they waved back. Smiles and Indian teeth. They were both drunk. Everything familiar and welcome. Everything beautiful.
Summer coming like a car from down the highway.
Seems like the cold would never go away and winter would be like the bottom of my feet but then it is gone in one night and in its place comes the sun so large and laughable.
The white people always want to fight someone and they always get the dark-skinned people to do the fighting.
How much do we remember of what hurts us most? I've been thinking about pain, how each of us constructs our past to justify what we feel now. How each successive pain distorts the preceding.
More and more, he heard his spine playing stick games through his skin, singing old dusty words, the words of all his years.