Although my grandmother lived out her long life in the shadow of Rainy Mountian, the immense landscape of the continental interior lay like memory in her blood — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
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,… — 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
