Sometimes, I think the best kind of poem is one in which there is an acute balance between what is humorous and that which is very serious. That balance is very hard to strike. But it can be done.

For the storyteller, for the arrowmaker, language does indeed represent the only chance for survival.

Writing is not a matter of choice. Writers have to write. It is somehow in their temperament, in the blood, in tradition.

My father was a painter and he taught art. He once said to me, 'I never knew an Indian child who could not draw.'

Indians are marvelous storytellers. In some ways, that oral tradition is stronger than the written tradition.

Coyotes have the gift of seldom being seen; they keep to the edge of vision and beyond, loping in and out of cover on the plains and highlands. And at night, when the whole world belongs to them, they parley at the river with the dogs, their higher, sharper voices full of authority and rebuke. They are an old council of clowns, and they are listened to.