For a long time he had been white smoke. He did not realize that until he left the hospital, because white smoke had no consciousness of itself. It faded into the white world of their bed sheets and walls; it… — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
To be able to make up stories has been a great gift to me from my ancestors and from the storytellers who were so… — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
“rip the tongue from the darkness shake the earth with your breathing and explode gray ice dreams of eternity” — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
He made a story for all of them, a story to give them strength. The words of the story poured out of his mouth… — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
The truth of course was otherwise, but Lecha had never felt she owed anyone the truth, unless it was truth about their own lives,… — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
“He could get no rest as long as the memories were tangled with the present” — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
The story was the important thing and little changes here and there were really part of the story. There were even stories about the… — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
Being alive was all right then: he had not breathed like that for a long time. — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
I don't make outlines or plans because whenever I do, they turn out to be useless. It is as if I am compelled to… — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
What is it about us human beings that we can’t let go of lost things? — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
The only way to get change is not through the courts or — heaven forbid — the politicians, but through a change of human… — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
Night. Heavenly delicious sweet night of the desert that calls all of us to love her. The night is our comfort with her coolness… — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
