I will protect my people if I live. For myself I do not fear for I have the word of Usen. Who is the White Nantan to think he can pit his power against that of Usen?

Wisdom and peace come when you start living the life the creator intended for you.

I should never have surrendered. I should have fought until I was the last man alive.

I was born on the prairies where the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures.

I was no chief and never had been, but because I had been more deeply wronged than others, this honor was conferred upon me, and I resolved to prove worthy of the trust.

While living I want to live well.

The soldiers never explained to the government when an Indian was wronged, but reported the misdeeds of the Indians.

We are vanishing from the earth, yet I cannot think we are useless or else Usen would not have created us. He created all tribes of men and certainly had a righteous purpose in creating each.

Since my life as a prisoner has begun I have heard the teachings of the white man's religion, and in many respects believe it to be better than the religion of my fathers

I was born where there were no enclosures.

I was warmed by the sun, rocked by the winds and sheltered by the trees as other Indian babes. I can go everywhere with a good feeling.

The more I learn about the universe, the less convinced I am that there's any sort of benevolent force that has anything to do with it, at all.

We must not allow the practices of an anti-democratic State that abuses the powers of government to violate the human rights of Venezuelans.

Defense is all about helping. No one can guard a good dribbler, You have to walk kids through how to help and then how to help the helper

Weight loss after pregnancy is safe but requires attention and guidelines

Almost always, when I'm on TV, the producers who call me, who negotiate what we're going to say, is a woman.

I have often felt a motion of love to leave some hints in writing of my experience of the goodness of God, and now, in the thirty-sixth year of my age, I begin this work.

I'm fine, and my hips are fine. My false knee is fine. My false hips are fine. Everything's cooking.

To me the pain and the blood are merely means of artistic expression.

I am just a copier, an impostor. I wait, I read magazines. After a while my brain sends me a product.

I am now face to face with dying. But I am not finished with living.