And, Wind, I am still crazy. I know there is something larger than the memory of a dispossessed people. We have seen it. - Joy Harjo

The door to the mind should only open from the heart.
An enemy who gets in, risks the danger of becoming a friend.

I think the natural movement of love is an opening, a place that makes connections...You have to be open in that way to write a poem that really works, and I think there's always love involved in the act of creation.

...it is what we are made of, the stories that we carry with us. Stories create us. We create ourselves with stories. Stories that our parents tell us, that our grandparents tell us, or that our great-grandparents told us, stories that reverberate through the web. (1994)