“Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name? ”

“Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.”

“Love has a tide!”

“When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.”

“I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.”

“O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.”

“Listen to the air. You can hear it, feel it, smell it, taste it. Woniya wakanthe holy airwhich renews all by its breath. Woniya, woniya wakanspirit, life, breath, renewalit means all that. Woniyawe...”

“To the untutored sage, the concentration of population was the prolific mother of all evils, moral no less than physical. He argued that food is good, while surfeit kills; that love is good, but lu...”

“The following twenty years would be the nadir of American Indian history, as the total Indian population between 1890 and 1910 fell to fewer than 250,000. (It was not until 1917 that Indian births ...”

“Creativity is the state of consciousness in which you enter into the treasury of your innermost being and bring the beauty into manifestation. (p.232)”

“Do you think I'm pretty?I think you're beautifulBeautiful?You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.”

“As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”

“I was awakened by a tremendous earthquake, and though I hadn ever before enjoyed a storm of this sort, the strange thrilling motion could not be mistaken, and I ran out of my cabin, both glad and f...”

“An afternoon drive from Los Angeles will take you up into the high mountains, where eagles circle above the forests and the cold blue lakes, or out over the Mojave Desert, with its weird vegetation...”

“Chiron looked surprised. I thought that would be obvious enough. The entrance to the Underworld is in Los Angeles.”