Louise Erdrich Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Louise Erdrich
Louise Erdrich Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Why now that he's sober and thoughtful, and living as a good man, does he get in the worst trouble of his life?
I think one of the reasons to be here on earth is to finally be who we are, at all times - to know and be predictable to ourselves.
What happens when you let an unsatisfactory present go on long enough? It becomes your entire history.
To fly from one tree to another, the raven hangs itself, hawklike, on the air. I hang myself that same way in sleep, between one day and the next.
I hold his name close as my own blood and I will never let it out. I only spoke it that once so he would know he was alive.
I did not choose solitude. Who would? It came on me like a kind of vocation, demanding an effort that married women can't picture.
Talking about how I might write the next book is like talking about whether or not to have sex. Any dithering ruins it.
Then his head tipped down on his chest and he fell into the instant sleep of the ancient and the very young.
I tried to get away from him, to get to that door, but instead I backed up against the wall and was stuck there in that white, white room.
Now that she was conscious there was no end to her questions and exclamations, for Dot was a born traveler, meant to go places, unlike us.
From Mooshum to Sonja, back and forth. They wouldn't look at each other. I'm gonna ask you to leave in a nice way, Joe.
Nothing I force myself to write about ever turns out well, and so I've learned to wait for the voice, the incident, the image that reverberates.
The Creator made us for each other. Me here. Zelia there. Space was put between us by human error. But our hearts listened to divine will.
She compares the deepest wells of depression to gestation, to a time enclosed, a secluded lightlessness in which, unknown and unforced, we grow.
You said if they're assigned to Indian Country they are either rookies or have trouble with authority. Did
I have brothers and was a tomboy, if that's still a designation. It wasn't a stretch for me to think and write as a 13-year-old boy - it is freeing.
Revenge is a sorrow for the person who has to take it on. And the person who is rash enough to think it's going to help a situation is always wrong.
Women are strong, strong, terribly strong. We don't know how strong until we're pushing out our babies.
To think about love and passion and political correctness all together, it doesn't work. Art has to go way past the political to be effective.
You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.
They're all the same
the cop, the criminal, the defense, the prosecutor
they all share a fundamental belief in the malleability of truth
the cop, the criminal, the defense, the prosecutor
they all share a fundamental belief in the malleability of truth
Sometimes owls came near to warn of death. Sometimes they just asked people to be careful. Sometimes they were just owls.
Here I am, where I ought to be. A writer must have a place where he or she feels this, a place to love and be irritated with.
To love another human in all of her splendor and imperfect perfection , it is a magnificent task ... tremendous and foolish and human.
Albertine was one of those who took on too much in order to remain perpetually dissatisfied with herself.
She had a talent for looking at a person with no expression - you filled in whatever you felt guiltiest about.
Now that I knew fear, I also knew it was not permanent. As powerful as it was, its grip on me would loosen. It would pass.
I have always kept notebooks and I go back to them over and over. They are my compost pile of ideas.
It seemed to her that almost any pain was sympathetic to her loss and she inserted herself immediately into the concept of fantastic suffering.
Her outfit must have penetrated his unconscious. She wore a shirt of softly fringed suede that clung to her breasts like an unforgiven sin.
So what is wild? What is wilderness? What are dreams but an internal wilderness and what is desire but a wildness of the soul?
I rarely step on sidewalk cracks. I don't wear a watch. I touch my favorite tree before going on long trips.
The people stared through her as though she were invisible until she thought she was, and walked more easily then, just a cloud reflected in a stream.
Society is like this card game here, cousin. We got dealt our hand before we were even born, and as we grow we have to play as best as we can.