“At first she thought the writing would be easy. She was extremely confident in her ability to dream, to imagine, and she supposed that expressing her dreams in words, in writing, would be entirely natural, like drawing breath. She had… — 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 landscape in his experience; to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon it. He ought to imagine that he touches it with his hands at every… — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share
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
