One life does not fit neatly into the other always. Creative work is a way to order it. - Linda Hogan

Lies couldn't call out the way truth does. They feared discovery. They were constantly confused and had soft edges that overlapped. (p45)

the land, is the oldest part of me and the wisest. The part that can survive. All of us Indian writers are historically a part of the whole body of our nations' histories and places, wherever we may do our writing, in New York City or at Rosebud.

Believing and knowing are two lands distant from each other. (p40)