“Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth. He ought to give himself up to… — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
There was only the dark infinity in which nothing was. And something happened. At the distance of a star something happened, and… — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
He used both hands when he made the bear. Imagine a bear proceeding from the hands of God. — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
My line of vision was such that the creature filled the moon like a fossil. It had gone there, I thought, to… — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
I am a member of the Kiowa Gourd Dance Society; I visit sacred places such as Devil's Tower and the Medicine Wheel.… — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
It is here that I can concentrate my mind upon the Remembered Earth. It is here that I am most conscious of being, here… — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
I wonder if, in the dark night of the sea, the octopus dreams of me. — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
Sometimes, I think the best kind of poem is one in which there is an acute balance between what is humorous and that which… — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth. He ought to give himself up to a particular… — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
My father was a painter and he taught art. He once said to me, 'I never knew an Indian child who could not draw.' — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
“If coupling should but make us whole / And of the selfsame mind and soul, / Then couple let's in celebration; / We have contained the population.” — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
The Kiowas reckoned their stature by the distance they could see. — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
“Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth. He ought to give himself up to a particular… — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
Indians are marvelous storytellers. In some ways, that oral tradition is stronger than the written tradition. — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
Your imagination comes to life, and this, you think, is where Creation was begun. — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
