Sherman Alexie
Sherman Alexie
Sherman Joseph Alexie, Jr., born October 7, 1966) is an American poet, writer, and filmmaker. Much of his writing draws on his experiences as a Native American with ancestry from several tribes. He grew up on the Spokane Indian Reservation and now lives in Seattle, Washington...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 October 1966
CityWelpinet, WA
CountryUnited States of America
play forever momentum
One play can change your momentum forever.
pain dad differences
What's the difference between bulimics and anorexics?" I ask. "Anorexics are anorexics all the time," she says, "I'm only bulimic when I'm throwing up." Wow. She sounds just like my dad! "I'm only an alcoholic when I get drunk." There are all kinds of addicts, I guess. We all have pain. And we all look for ways to make the pain go away. Penelope gorges on her pain and then throws it up and flushes it away. My dad drinks his pain away. (107)
perseverance giving lessons
Poverty doesn’t give you strength or teach you lessons about perseverance. No, poverty only teaches you how to be poor.
two definitions partners
and then she asks me how many sexual partners I've had and I say one or two depending on your definition of what I did to Custer . . .
heart eye dark
That's how I do this life sometimes by making the ordinary just like magic and just like a card trick and just like a mirror and just like disappearing. Every Indian learns how to be a magician and learns how to misdirect attention and the dark hand is always quicker than the white eye and no matter how close you get to my heart you will never find out my secrets and I'll never tell you and I'll never show you the same trick twice. I'm traveling heavy with illusions.
unpredictable
I drew because words were too unpredictable. (5)
summer nature car
Summer coming like a car from down the highway.
thinking broken cartoon
I think the world is a series of broken dams and floods, and my cartoons are tiny little lifeboats.
song stories wanted
He wanted the songs, the stories, to save everybody.
pain kind
She was in pain and I loved her, sort of loved her, I guess, so I kind of had to love her pain, too.
poet meter
I'm a poet who can whine in meter
thinking years parent
I think all of us are always five years old in the presence and absence of our parents.
way should
I ain't interested in the truth. I'm interested in the way things should be.
girl dream fun
And I couldn't make fun of her for that dream. It was my dream, too. And Indian boys weren't supposed to dream like that. And white girls from small towns weren't supposed to dream big, either. We were supposed to be happy with our limitations. But there was no way Penelope and I were going to sit still. Nope, we both wanted to fly: