At the halfway point of any drunken night, there is a moment when an Indian realizes he cannot turn back toward tradition and that he has no map to guide him toward the future. — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
“He says the earth is an oval marble that nobody can win. He says the sky is not blue and the grass is not… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
“Now, in the old days, Indians used to be forgiving of any kind of eccentricity. In fact, weird people were often celebrated. Epileptics were… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
Since Jesus was human then he most assuredly farted and burped. And if God did create us in God's image then God must fart… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
“A century ago she might have been beautiful, her face reflected in the river instead of a mirror. But all the years have changed… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
I don't think there's a whole lot of class literature at all. I think most of that has become racially based, and people don't… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
“Is there really a difference between that killing and this killing? Does God approve of some killing and not other killing? If I kill… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
My parents banned nothing, though the Christian fundamentalists in my tribe held book-and-record burnings every now and again. So, yes, fundamentalist assholes can also… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
“Or maybe I could have anesthetized myself with homework and extra credit and binge-reading.” — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
“Dear wife, I'm sorry that I am mysteriously incapable of folding clean laundry, but I iron, oh, I iron. Sweetheart, I'll make your white… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
