Things which don't shift and grow are dead things. Leslie Marmon Silko More Quotes by Leslie Marmon Silko More Quotes From Leslie Marmon Silko Time limits are fictional. Losing all sense of time is actually the way to reality. We use clocks and calendars for convenience sake, not because that kind of time is real. Leslie Marmon Silko limits real use For a long time he had been white smoke. He did not realize that until he left the hospital, because white smoke had no consciousness of itself. It faded into the white world of their bed sheets and walls; it was sucked away by the words of doctors who tried to talk to the invisible scattered smoke... They saw his outline but they did not realize it was hollow inside. Leslie Marmon Silko doctors wall white To be able to make up stories has been a great gift to me from my ancestors and from the storytellers who were so numerous at Laguna Pueblo when I was growing up. I learned to read as soon as I could because I wanted stories without having to depend on adults to tell or read stories to me. Leslie Marmon Silko growing-up adults stories Janice Gould is one of our best poets. The music of her poetry will delight you, and her gentle courageous accounts of tribal, family, and personal history make this book unforgettable. Doubters and Dreamers is a master-piece. Leslie Marmon Silko dreamer pieces book He made a story for all of them, a story to give them strength. The words of the story poured out of his mouth as if they had substance, pebbles and stone extending to hold the corporal up...knees from buckling...hands from letting go of the blanket. Leslie Marmon Silko letting-go giving hands the material world and the flesh are only temporary - there are no sins of the flesh, spirit is everything! Leslie Marmon Silko flesh spirit world The truth of course was otherwise, but Lecha had never felt she owed anyone the truth, unless it was truth about their own lives, and then they had to pay her to tell them. Leslie Marmon Silko courses felt pay the snow ... came in thick tufts like new wool - washed before the weaver spins it. Leslie Marmon Silko wool sorrow snow Moonflowers blossom in the sand hills before dawn, just as I followed him. Leslie Marmon Silko sand hills dawn Being alive was all right then: he had not breathed like that for a long time. Leslie Marmon Silko long-time alive long I don't make outlines or plans because whenever I do, they turn out to be useless. It is as if I am compelled to violate the scope of any outline or plan; it is as if the writing does not want me to know what is about to happen. Leslie Marmon Silko doe want writing Fortunately, her year of graduate classes prepared her for obnoxious conduct. Leslie Marmon Silko graduates class years
