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Well, in the early days of humans, the community was our only protection against predators, and agai...

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The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

Like the coffin was settling down for a long, long nap, for a forever nap.

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

I used to think the world was broken down by tribes,' I said. 'By Black and White. By Indian and Whi...

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The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

I grabbed my book and opened it up. I wanted to smell it. Heck, I wanted to kiss it. Yes, kiss it. T...

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The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

Nervous means you want to play. Scared means you don't want to play.

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

He was going to punish me now. He couldn't beat me up with his old man fists, but he could hurt me w...

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The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

son," Mr. P said. "You're going to find more and more hope the farther and farther you walk away fro...

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The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

...And nostalgia is a cancer. Nostalgia will fill your heart up with tumors. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that'...

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Ten Little Indians

So I guess you were hopelessly romantic and easily distracted, a B-plus mother, certainly good enoug...

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Ten Little Indians

Corliss wondered what happens to a book that sits unread on a library shelf for thirty years. Can a ...

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Ten Little Indians

And then I realized that my sister was trying to LIVE a romance novel. Man, that takes courage and i...

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The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

Junior based all of his decisions on his dreams and visions, which created a lot of problems.

Thomas Builds-the-Fire's stories climbed into your clothes like sad, gave you itches that could not ...

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Reservation Blues

He wanted the songs, the stories, to save everybody.

Reservation Blues

If God were good, why would he create Rush Limbaugh?

Reservation Blues

He sang 'Stairway to Heaven' in four different languages but never knew where that staircase stood.

Reservation Blues

Poetry = Anger x Imagination

If you kill a black man, the world is silent. You can hear a garage door opening from twenty blocks ...

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Mick had once come across one of Wilson't books and was surprised to see his face on the back cover....

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They called me an Indian pig. Oh, and they called me a prairie n*****. Pretty colorful, enit?""I sup...

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Marie felt a sudden urge to smash the glass, break down the door, pull down the building. She wanted...

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Indian Killer

Office Peone looked at John and wondered what mental illness he had. The Seattle streets were filled...

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Despite all of the time he spent in Big Heart's, Wilson had never come to understand the social live...

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For the mentally disturbed, Marie knew these sandwich visits might be the only dependable moments in...

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I'm dying from about ninety-nine kinds of shame

Flight

They put me in a holding cell with a black kid and a white kid and a Chinese kid. We're the United N...

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Flight

What kind of life can you have in a house without books?

I hate my country. There are so many rich people who don't share their shit. They're like spoiled li...

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I learned how to stop crying.I learned how to hide inside of myself.I learned how to be somebody els...

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I would close my eyes and dream of something strong, dream of horses exploding, rising into the air,...

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First Indian on the Moon

He felt split in two, one crazy man eating hair and one rational man watching a crazy man eat hair. ...

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Blasphemy: New and Selected Stories

My father is an amazing man.

When my female friends are leftBy horrid spouses and lovers,I commiserate. I send gifts-Powwow songs...

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Writing is a lonely business.

My father was always depressed. When he was home and sober, he was mostly in his room.

Teenagers read millions of books every year. They read for entertainment and for education. They rea...

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Like officer Dave.He's never said much about his life, but I can tell he's scarred. And he knows I'm...

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But, in the Trump aftermath, I've measured the costsAnd benefits of loving those who don't loveStran...

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Read. Read 1000 pages for every 1 page that you write.

As a child, I read because books–violent and not, blasphemous and not, terrifying and not–were the m...

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Gay people were seen as magical, too. I mean, like in many cultures, men were viewed as warriors and...

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I'm a method writer. In order to write about the emotion, I have to experience it. I get physically ...

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In high school I dated a white woman. She would come to visit me on the rez. And her dad, who was ve...

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When you read a piece of writing that you admire, send a note of thanks to the author.

My father was sleepless most of his life. So by the age of five, I was awake with him all night long...

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So Lightning says to Mud,“What would happen if I struck your blood?”And Mud says, “Brother, It would...

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Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt...

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Walk the midway and hear the carnival barker.Come see the freak named after his deceased father.Come...

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I don't have to participate in another culture's ceremonies in order to respect that culture.

I wanted to ask my father about his regrets. I wanted to ask him what was the worst thing he'd ever ...

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Lies have short shelf lives. Lies go bad. Lies rot and stink up the joint.

Then she tells me that Jesus isstill herebecause Jesus wasonce here.And parts of Jesus arestill floa...

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You know, people speak in poetry all the time. They just don't realize it.

Here’s a fact: Some people want to live moreThan others do.

My wife was the first romantic partner who understood both American and native parts of me - not so ...

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If one reads enough books one has a fighting chance. Or better, one's chances of survival increase w...

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Shit," he said. "I don't know why you're feeling sorry for yourself because you ain't had to fight a...

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What is it like to be a Spokane Indian without wild salmon? It is like being a Christian if Jesus ha...

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You Don't Have to Say You Love Me

An Indian’s wealth   Is determined by what they lose And not by what they save.

You Don't Have to Say You Love Me

Great pain is repetitive. Grief is repetitive.

You Don't Have to Say You Love Me

I didn’t yet know that romantic heroes—famous and not—are usually aimless nomads in disguise.

You Don't Have to Say You Love Me

I would guess, perhaps too optimistically, that nearly ever racist believes it is morally wrong to b...

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You Don't Have to Say You Love Me

There are family mysteries I cannot solve. There are family mysteries I am unwilling to solve.

You Don't Have to Say You Love Me

I often wonder why I am the one who remember all the pain?

You Don't Have to Say You Love Me

You’re always making up stuff from the past,” she said. “And the stuff you imagine is always better ...

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You Don't Have to Say You Love Me

It's not oil that runs the world, it's shame.

Pain is never added to pain. It multiplies.

War Dances

If it's fiction, then it better be true.

The Toughest Indian in the World

Like a good Indian, he knew when to talk and when to remain silent. Like a good Indian, he knew ther...

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He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thi...

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The Toughest Indian in the World

Oh, no, no, you've got that all wrong. You're not required to respect elders. After all, most people...

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The Toughest Indian in the World

Last night I missed two free throws which would have won the game against the best team in the state...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

The streetlight outside my house shines on tonight and I'm watching it like it could give me a visio...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

They're all gone, my tribe is gone. Those blankets they gave us, infected with smallpox, have killed...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

I'd only seen Julius play a few times, but he had that gift, that grace, those fingers like a goddam...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

Coyote, who is the creator of all of us, was sitting on his cloud the day after he created Indians. ...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

The white people always want to fight someone and they always get the dark-skinned people to do the ...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

It was so quiet, a reservation kind of quiet, where you can hear somebody drinking whiskey on the ro...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

More and more, he heard his spine playing stick games through his skin, singing old dusty words, the...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

How much do we remember of what hurts us most? I've been thinking about pain, how each of us constru...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

Can you hear the dreams crackling like a campfire? Can you hear the dreams sweeping through the pine...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

Years ago, homosexuals were given special status within the tribe. They had powerful medicine. I thi...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

Seems like the cold would never go away and winter would be like the bottom of my feet but then it i...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

Thomas Builds-the-Fire closed his eyes and told this story:“I remember when I had this dream that to...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

The ordinary can be like medicine.

The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

That's how I do this life sometimes by making the ordinary just like magic and just like a card tric...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

Summer coming like a car from down the highway.

The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

Your past is a skeleton walking one step behind you, and your future is a a skeleton walking one ste...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

I got in a fight with my girlfriend," I said. "I was just driving around, blowing off steam, you kno...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

You must be a rich man," she said. "Not much of a warrior, though. You keep letting me sneak up on y...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

Everyone I have lost in the closing of a doorthe click of the lockis not forgotten, theydo not die b...

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The Business of Fancydancing

But how can I get enough experience if they don't give me a chance to get experience?

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

A bullet only costs about two cents, and anybody can afford that.

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

I'm quite aware of my differences. I wouldn't classify them as weird

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

[Or perhaps my friends should have realized that they shouldn't have left behind the FRICKING REASON...

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The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

You read a book for the story, for each of its words," Gordy said, "and you draw your cartoons for t...

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The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

I always think it's funny when Indians celebrate Thanksgiving. I mean, sure, the Indians and Pilgrim...

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The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

But despite the fact that Reardan is a tiny town, people can still be strangers to each other.

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

Somebody dies and people eat your food. Funny how that works.

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

I was emotionally erect.

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

All of these white kids and teachers, who were so suspicious of me when I first arrived, had learned...

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The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

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Sherman Alexie

Poet

Born: 1966-10-07

Died: N/A

Sherman Alexie, Jr. (born 7 October 1966 in Spokane, Washington) is an award-winning and prolific writer (of novels, short stories, poems, and screenplays) and occasional comedian who lives in Seattle, Washington. Much of his writing draws on his experiences as a modern Native American (he is a Spokane/Coeur d'Alene Indian) in the United States.More