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
men next body
A woman's body is the gate to this life. A man's body is the gate to the next life.
adventure men endurance
What men call adventures usually consist of the stoical endurance of appalling daily misery.
here-i-am irritated feels
Here I am, where I ought to be. A writer must have a place where he or she feels this, the place to love and be irritated with.
children giving parent
But then as time passed, I learned the lesson that parents do early on. You fail sometimes. No matter how much you love your children, there are times you slip. There are moments you can't give, stutter, lose your temper, or simply lose face with the world, and you can't explain this to a child.
transformation universe
The universe is transformation.
mother father eye
Add there was that moment when my mother and father walked in the door disguised as old people. I thought the miles in the car had bent them, dulled their eyes, even grayed and whitened their hair and caused their hands and voices to tremble. At the same time, I found, as I rose form the chair, I'd gotten old along with them.
eye air giving
Coming down off the trail, I am lost in my own thoughts and unprepared when a bear chugs across the path just before it gives out on the gravel road. I am so distracted that I keep walking towards the bear. I only stop when it rears, stands on hind legs, and stares at me, sensitive nose pressed into the air, weak eyes searching. I have never been this close to a wild bear before, but I am not frightened. There is no menace in its stance; it is not even curious. The bear seems to know who or what I am. The bear is not impressed.
sound this-life
What is this life but the sound of an appalling love.
ice ears fists
I tried out the unfamiliar syllables. They fit. They cracked in my ears like a fist through ice.
saved
...whom he had saved from a life of excessive freedom
reading bridal-shower wedding-speech
It was just enough to sit there without words.
daughter body life-is
If, as I suspect, my body survives by uttering itself over and over again, then I have some questions. If [I] am one word, so are my daughters, so are all of us in strings and loops. Each life is one short word slowly uttered.
lovely harm
Be lovely and do no harm.
thinking doors stalking
I truly think that you can't go and stalk your material, you have to leave the door open and whatever chooses you, chooses you. You can't go and wrestle it to the ground.