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
house revision triggers
The contents of a house can trigger all sorts of revisions to family history.
thinking wish facts
Here is the most telling fact: you wish to possess me. Here is another fact: I loved you and let you think you could.
book writing secret
It didn't occur to me that my books would be widely read at all, and that enabled me to write anything I wanted to. And even once I realized that they were being read, I still wrote as if I were writing in secret. That's how one has to write anyway--in secret.
lasts old-love kind
Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.
thinking hands illness
I am part of what she thinks is her illness, a symptom of which she thinks she has been cured. She, on the other hand, is what I was looking for.
eye truth-is crosses
The only time I see the truth is when I cross my eyes.
book believe needs
You really need to approach each book as if you have been a failure. . . . If you start to believe your flap-copy, you're finished as a writer.
revenge dwelling trying
I spend my time dwelling on revenge and try to deal with the monsters crawling out of the ashes.
our-actions action undoing
All of our actions have in their doing the seed of their undoing.
life life-is short-words
Each life is one short word slowly uttered.
life people three
Life is made up of three kinds of people -- those who live it, those afraid to, those in between.
memories husband book
[On her and husband Michael Dorris:] We both have title collections. I think a title is like a magnet. It begins to draw these scraps of experience or conversation or memory to it. Eventually, it collects a book.
taken old-and-new tribes
Our tribe unraveled like a coarse rope, frayed at either end as the old and new among us were taken.
music feelings hearing
The music was more than music - at least what we are used to hearing. The music was feeling itself. The sound connected instantly with something deep and joyous.