“Dream Song:The heavens Go with me. ”

“Dream Song:In the heavens A noise, Like the rustling of the trees.”

“Dream Song:As my eyes Search the prairie, I feel the summer in the spring. Whenever I pause The noise Of the village. ”

“Dream Song of Thunders:Sometimes I go about pitying Myself, While I am carried by the wind Across the sky. ”

“Dream Song:The heavens Go with me.”

“I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what...”

“His pen spoke more to her than he ever did.In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.”

“How might I get over this? How would I be able to overlook the way he used to be with me? How could I overlook that his fingers touched my indiscernible soul before it twisted my nipples? How might...”

“Like vanishing dew,a passing apparitionor the sudden flashof lightning -- already gone --thus should one regard one's self.”

“The plants and flowersI raised about my hutI now surrenderTo the willOf the wind”

“The plants and flowersI raised about my hutI now surrenderTo the willOf the wind”

“To withhold words is power. But to share our words with others, openly and honestly, is also power.”

“You have to follow your own voice. You have to be yourself when you write. In effect, you have to announce, 'This is me, this is what I stand for, this is what you get when you read me. I'm doing t...”

“...if you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone...”