Here I am, where I ought to be. A writer must have a place where he or she feels this, a place to love and be irritated with.
– Louise Erdrich
I got well by talking. Death could not get a word in edgewise, grew discouraged, and traveled on.
– Louise Erdrich
Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.
– Louise Erdrich
They were so strong in their beliefs that there came a time when it hardly mattered what exactly those beliefs were; they all fused into a single stubbornness.