Louise Erdrich
Louise Erdrich
Louise Erdrich is an Ojibwe writer of novels, poetry, and children's books featuring Native American characters and settings. She is an enrolled member of the Turtle Mountain Band of Chippewa Indians, a band of the Anishinaabe...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth7 June 1954
CountryUnited States of America
night order next
This so gnawed at him on some nights that he lay awake wondering just how many unknown and similarly inconsequential accidents and bits of happenstance were at this moment occurring or failing to occur in order to ensure he took his next breath, and the next.
fall knowing people
You know, some people fall right through the hole in their lives. Its invisible, but they come to it after time, never knowing where.
sound records delusion
I knew each person's delusion, the places their records had scratched, where the sounds repeated.
memories hunger stealing
Hunger steals the memory
strong belief stubbornness
They were so strong in their beliefs that there came a time when it hardly mattered what exactly those beliefs were; they all fused into a single stubbornness.
writing people impossible
It's impossible to write about Native life without humor-that's how people maintain sanity.
blood land class
To be of mixed blood is a great gift for a writer. I have one foot on tribal lands and one foot in middle-class life.
sides coins shade
Right and wrong were shades of meaning, not sides of a coin.
regret body spirit
He despised his body for its boring hungers, reflex anger; its petty, obliterating rage. But now he'd become detached. He regarded his body with a tender regret. It was the thing his spirit had to haul.
strong islands circles
Where was I?""A different island," said old Tallow. Her voice was stern, but there was an ache in her look that Omakayas had never before seen. "An island called Spirit Island where everyone but you died of the itching sickness- you were the toughest one, the littlest one, and you survived them all.""You were sent here so you could save the others," she said. "Because you'd had the sickness, you were strong enough to nurse them through it. They did a good thing when they took you in, and you saved them for their good act. Now the circle that began when I found you is complete.
years staring thousand-years
He had a thousand-year-old stare.
love confused thinking
I think she is confused by the way I want her, which is like nobody else. I know this deep down. I want her in a new way, a way she's never been told about.
children world faces
The world tips away when we look into our children's faces.
husband simple hands
Her mind was present because she was always gone. Her hands were filled because they grasped the meaning of empty. Life was simple. Her husband returned and she served him with indifferent patience this time. When he asked what had happened to her heat for him, she gestured to the west. The sun was setting. The sky was a body of fire.