Quotes from Sherman Alexie

I didn't yet know that romantic heroes—famous and not—are usually aimless nomads in disguise.

I want to rasp into sober cryptology and say something dynamic but tonight is my laundry night. How do we imagine a new life when a pocketful of quarters weighs our possibilities down?

The contemporary motto for the mullet-wearer is business in front, party in the back but the Indian mullet warrior motto was I don't want my hair to get in my eyes as I'm kicking your ass.

That's the whole point of life, you know? To meet new people.

In the end, I think I wasn't defending anything at all. I'm an editor—an artist—and I like to make connections; I am paid to make connections. And so I wonder. Did I walk down those stairs because I was curious? Because a question had been asked (Who owned the feet that landed on my basement floor?) and I, the editor, wanted to discover the answer?

Maria was staring at me like I was wearing purple socks. 'Wow," she said. "That's exactly what music is.' And then she started crying again. But this time, she wept quietly. 'You understand," she said. 'You really understand.

But, in the Trump aftermath, I've measured the costs And benefits of loving those who don't love Strangers. After all, I'm often the odd one— The strangest stranger—in any field or room. He was weird will be carved into my tomb.

She'd teach him nineteen different ways to spell matriarchy.

Walk the midway and hear the carnival barker. Come see the freak named after his deceased father. Come see the prince who wants to abdicate his throne. Come see the son whose name is carved on a gravestone.

If you want to make a white man cry, despite the amount of time it's been since he last wept aloud, then all you have to do is employ "baseball" and "father" in three consecutive sentences.

Because the thing you learn as a hugely ambitious Indian is that you're often going to be the only Indian in the room, so you'd better get used to it.

I think you forget things on purpose," my mother's ghost said.

The stuff that you hate in others is often the stuff you hate in yourself. But perhaps you can learn something about yourself when this happens. When you are angry at somebody, what does that say about who YOU are?

My father went on a legendary drinking binge. My mother went to church every single day. It was all booze and God, booze and God, booze and God.

Ho cercato di fermarla, ma Penelope era già schizzata verso la macchina per dire a Roger tutta la verità. E così Roger, che è buono di cuore e generoso di portafogli, e solo un pochino razzista, quella notte mi ha accompagnato in macchina fino a casa. E da allora lo ha fatto un sacco di altre volte. Se lasci entrare le persone nella tua vita anche solo un po', a volte possono essere dannatamente fantastiche.

The world is only broken into two tribes: The people who are assholes and the people who are not.

If God really loved Indians, he would have made us white people.

But I stopped crying when I noticed that very few people were being openly emotional. I'd never seen that many stoic people at a funeral. I'd never experienced a silent and polite funeral. My tribe doesn't bury our dead that way. We wail, weep, and tell dirty jokes at graveside.

You should approach each book—you should approach life—with the real possibility that you might get a metaphorical boner at any point.

In all those stories, I could fly.

Everything, everything, everything can be installation art

I prayed to Our Father and I called my father. And one father remained silent and the other quickly came to get me.

Our love will be loud, and it will be bright.

We sat there in silence. A masculine silence. Thick and strong. Oh, I'm full of shit. We were terrified and clueless.