Anything is bearable if you can make a story out of it.

I wonder if, in the dark night of the sea, the octopus dreams of me.

In the beginning was the word, and it was spoken.

A word has power in and of itself. It comes from nothing into sound and meaning; it gives origin to all things.

If you believe in the power of words, you can bring about physical changes in the universe.

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.

I sometimes think the contemporary white American is more culturally deprived than the Indian.

Indians are marvelous storytellers. In some ways, that oral tradition is stronger than the written tradition.

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.

The highest human purpose is always to reinvent and celebrate the sacred.

Never be anxious about maintaining the position you occupy. Be anxious about maintaining your good character and you will never lose your leadership influence!

Free your mind, become who you are.. the mind is the biggest drug.. and everyone is addicted.

There are certain expectations that are put on you as a child actor, but mainly it's just turn up and say your lines with a lot of energy and a cute smile.

I always felt free when I ran. I suppose that's what was good about it.

When it comes to the military, I don't want to discuss things. I want to let - I want to let the action take place before the talk takes place

You stupefied me. We waxed, Carnivores, late and alight In the beaded winter. All was ominous, luminous.

I know he would die if you died, Luce

When I'm speaking, I'm more focused on the words as meaning. When I'm singing, I'm more focused on the words as sound. The emotion is more targeted when I'm speaking, more flowing when I'm singing.

When it comes to forks in the road, your heart always knows the answer, not your mind.

They would grow old. They would forget me.