Our songs travel the earth. We sing to one another. Not a single note is ever lost and no song is original. They all come from the same place and go back to a time when only the stones howled. — Louise Erdrich Copy Share Image
Can you stop your mother from singing to you? Who would do such a thing? — Louise Erdrich Copy Share Image
“Other freshmen were already moving into their dormitory rooms when we arrived, with their parents helping haul. I saw boxes of paperbacks, stereo equipment,… — Louise Erdrich Copy Share Image
My father is my biggest literary influence. Recently, I've been looking through his letters. He was in the National Guard when I was a… — Louise Erdrich Copy Share Image
Looking at the shape of the world, I see how we're in a time where women are the subject of hatred, fear, and we… — Louise Erdrich Copy Share Image
She had always been a reader… but now she was obsessed. Since her discovery of the book hoard downstairs from her job, she’d been… — Louise Erdrich Copy Share Image
Time was rushing around me like water around a big wet rock. The only difference is, I was not so durable as stones. Very… — Louise Erdrich Copy Share Image
The greatest wisdom doesn't know itself. The richest plan is not to have one. — Louise Erdrich Copy Share Image
“Delphine began to read with a mad attention when she wanted to talk to Clarisse. She saw that in her life there was a… — Louise Erdrich Copy Share Image
