You took me once to an older part of earth I'd never seen — where monsters were born and killed. They sacrificed everything and nothing for a taste o… - Joy Harjo

When the world as as knew it ended, we stood up again in the ruin, and found a way to keep walking through tears.

I remember at one point going out to do a story, just after the Church Rock uranium spill, and there were children out playing in the water and in the livestock and the Navajo speakers were saying, "We need a word." How do we come up with a word that will tell the people that even though you can't see it, there is something dangerous here that can harm you and you can't use these waters, when it was the only source of water for their livestock?

It's like this, living is like a diamond or how they cut really fine stones. There are not just two sides but there are so many and they all make up a whole.