Quotes from Sherman Alexie

Hell, sometimes it feels like the whole country is on fire. Like a constant conflagration is burning too close to all poor people. Shouldn't rich-ass America be taking care of everybody?

That's just a fancy way of calling me a liar," I said. "If the moccasin fits, then wear it," she said.

If you can catch crazy, I'm a walking epidemic.

Dear friends, I am often a lonely man, Even in a room full of people who love me. Dear friends, my brain-- Unpredictable as it was--is even more unpredictable now. But thank God for all of the ways in which we compensate. For our deficiencies.

I cry because I'm crying.

She'd been a resourceful thief, a narcissistic Robin Hood who stole a rich education from white people and kept it.

All the anger in the world has come to my house. It's there in my closet. In my refrigerator. In the water. In the sheets. It's in my clothes. Can you smell it? I can never run away from it. It's in my hair. I can feel it between my teeth. Can you taste it? I hear it all the time. All the time the anger is talking to me. It's the devil. I'm the devil. If I could I'd crawl into a hole if I knew God was in there. Where's the hole?

Sibling Rivalry Yes, my mother was a better mother To my sisters and brothers, But they were better children Than me, the prodigal who yearned And spurned and never returned.

Do you understand how one small dog—afraid of the wolves who had attacked him and those who would attack him anew—might stand on his hind legs, might evolve in a moment, so he could run away and never return?

We didn't talk. Didn't need to talk.

I mean, why are you trying so hard to impress me? I'm really sorry your mother died, but it doesn't mean much to me...

cry huge, gasping tears.

We continue Lovingly Despite The crimes Committed Against any And all Of us.

Indian boys weren't supposed to dream like that. And white girls from small towns weren't supposed to dream big, either.

My profanity has an aesthetic.

Who cares if a man wants to marry another man? All I want to know is who's going to pick up all the dirty socks?

But my grandmother wanted us to forgive her murderer.

We shuffled past white customers who stared at us with hate, pity, disgust, and anger—the Four Horsemen of the Anti-Indian Apocalypse.

There were all sorts of myths and legends surrounding the lake. I mean, we're Indians, and we like to make up shit about lakes, you know?

The world, even the smallest parts of it, is filled with things you don't know." Wow.

Shoving hot bread up a roasting bird's ass & feasting on it seems like an apt celebration of colonialism.

Poverty doesn't give you strength or teach you lessons about perseverance. No poverty only teaches you how to be poor.

The world even the smallest parts of it, is filled with things you don't know.

Even Crazy Horse, the famous Oglala warrior, was named for his father. But nobody called him Junior, for rather logical reasons. "Look! There's the most feared and mysterious Indian of all time! Behold! It is Junior!