Loneliness Is An Aspect Of

I Am Interested In The Way That We Look At A Given Landscape And Take Possession Of It In Our Blood And Brain. None Of Us Lives Apart From The Land Entirely; Such An Isolation Is Unimaginable. If We Are To Realize And Maintain Our Humanity, We Must Come To A Moral Comprehension Of Earth And Air As It Is Perceived In The Long Turn Of Seasons And Of Years.

Once In His Life A Man Ought To Concentrate His Mind Upon The Remembered Earth. He Ought To Give Himself Up To A Particular Landscape In His Experience; To Look At It From As Many Angles As He Can, To Wonder Upon It, And Dwell Upon It.

For The Storyteller, For The Arrowmaker, Language Does Indeed Represent The Only Chance For Survival.

I Have A Pretty Good Knowledge Of The Indian World By Virtue Of Living On Several Different Reservations And Being Exposed To Several Different Cultures And Languages.

There Is A Great Good In Returning To A Landscape That Has Had Extraordinary Meaning In One's Life. It Happens That We Return To Such Places In Our Minds Irresistibly. There Are Certain Villages And Towns, Mountains And Plains That, Having Seen Them Walked In Them Lived In Them Even For A Day, We Keep Forever In The Mind's Eye. They Become Indispensable To Our Well-being; They Define Us, And We Say, I Am Who I Am Because I Have Been There, Or There.