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
order design
There is no such thing as a complete lack of order, only a design so vast it appears unrepetitive up close.
daughter mother children
Women without children are also the best of mothers,often, with the patience,interest, and saving grace that the constant relationship with children cannot always sustain. I come to crave our talk and our daughters gain precious aunts. Women who are not mothering their own children have the clarity and focus to see deeply into the character of children webbed by family. A child is fortuante who feels witnessed as a peron,outside relationships with parents by another adult.
rivers want different
i want to hear what's happened to you," she said evenly after a while. she gestured in the direction, down river, of the butcher shop. "it's just that there is nowhere else to start," she said gently. "niether of us is the same. but i'm different because of small, good, manageable things. you're different because ... things i don't know.
belief logical
I prefer to have some beliefs that don't make logical sense.
want-something church hens
I don't pray. When I was young, I vowed I never would be caught begging God. If I want something I get it for myself. I go to church only to show the old hens they don't get me down.
time destiny two
Time is the water in which we live, and we breathe it like fish. ... Time pours into us and then pours out again. In between the two pourings we live our destiny.
facts embellishment ifs
But if there was embellishment, it only had to do with the facts.
power birth bloodline
Power travels in the bloodlines, handed out before birth.
running heart hands
Freedom, I found is not only in the running but in the heart, the mind, the hands.
stars eye night
So many things in the world have happened before. But it's like they never did. Every new thing that happens to a person, it's a first... In that night I felt expansion, as if the world was branching out in shoots and growing faster than the eye could see. I felt smallness, how the earth divided into bits and kept dividing. I felt stars.
safety-pins clothes tears
Her clothes were filled with safety pins and hidden tears.
hate veils longing
Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing--that was me.
resilience towns small-town
When small towns find they cannot harm the strangest of their members, when eccentrics show resilience, they are eventually embraced and even cherished.
ravens light bird
Ravens are the birds I'll miss most when I die. If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black light of their limber intelligence. If only we did not have to die at all. Instead, become ravens.