Linda Hogan (writer)

“Personal website”

“I looked down, embarrassed, but she said only, "Some people see scars and it is wounding they remember. To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing." (p125)”

“This is what I know from science:that a grain of dust dwells at the centerof every flake of snow,that ice can have its way with land,that wolves live inside a circleof their own beginning.This is what I know from blood:the first language is not our own.”

“Something must hold me this way,and you,and the thin blue tail of the galaxy,to keep us from leavingas life unfolds behind usover long roads and intricate, human waters.”

“She was a faith healer, of sorts.By that, I mean she always held a curefor hopelessness, could lay a handon misery and make it smilecould ever hold.”

“beginning and end togetherthe way sunlight on skinis still connected to the fiery storms of its origins”

“these words,these words are proofthere is healing”

“fire flashes from the gunlike a flower that bloomsmadnessand is gone.”

“liveso nothing will be leftfor death at the end”

“She slept on the ground of the cave that night, feeling the land, feeling it move up through her. She saw her own self lying there, a white-haired woman, a strong woman, part of earth's terrain. In the cave she remembered how there was hope in the land, hope and tomorrow living in the veins and stones of earth.She remembered that the river was going to the sea, had been rain clouds and lakes. It had been snow. Now it was on its journey back to the great first waters of life.”

“They stared ahead, into another future. (p342)”

“"Right or wrong. For us, it is such a simple thing, only a matter of whether a wrong has been done, or someone harmed. But they have books filled with words, with rules about how the story can and cannot be spoken. There is not room enough, nor time, to search for the real story that lies beneath the rest." (p341)”

“From the hills, the doings of town seemed distant and hazy to Belle. She fell into a new rhythm, more like the rhythm of earth, the cycles of night and day. (p 322)”

“Beekeepers have a saying that honey begins with a drop of sugar, and misery starts with a mote of dust. (p 312)”

“he glanced toward them, swallowed, and said quietly, "So sorry...It's not me doing it. It's not even the leasers. It's what is legal."Belle sat down. "Why is it that so many crimes are backed up by your laws?"”

“when all of them joined in to sing about lovers and fights and broken-down cars, it was a shared world, between all tribes, all nations. (p 296)”

“Spring was rich and heavy in the air. All the plants were turning over, beginning another journey upward toward the sun. (p 244)”

“The next day as he rode on toward the bluffs, Stace Red Hawk felt a renewal of faith, the kind of feeling that comes to a man in silence, when he takes notice that a tree is older than himself, and that it will remain when he is gone. (p 230)”

“"Are you afraid?" [she] curled up to [him]. "Yes." He held her hand. Such comfort in the flesh. Then he turned toward her, grateful for her presence, and held her, and because the desire for life goes on under all circumstances, they made love. (p230)”

“In spite of the wedding, it was a year of separations. Not only were people turning away from one another, but there were other splittings, mind from heart, body from spirit. Some broke quickly, weeping openly and without shame in public places. In others...the changes were barely visible. (p 170)”