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Here I am, where I ought to be. A writer must have a place where he or she feels this, the place to love and be irritated with.

Louise Erdrich

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Louise Erdrich
Age: 70
Born: 1954
Born: June 7
Novelist
Poet
Short Story Writer
Writer
Little Falls
Minnesota
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Must
Feels
Love
Irritated
Writer
Ought

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You know, some people fall right through the hole in their lives. Its invisible, but they come to it after time, never knowing where.
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Can you stop your mother from singing to you? Who would do such a thing?
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He despised his body for its boring hungers, reflex anger its petty, obliterating rage. But now he'd become detached. He regarded his body with a tender regret. It was the thing his spirit had to haul.
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If life's a joke, then suicide's a bad punch line.
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I got well by talking. Death could not get a word in edgewise, grew discouraged, and traveled on.
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I have brothers and was a tomboy, if that's still a designation. It wasn't a stretch for me to think and write as a 13-year-old boy - it is freeing.
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Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that.
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When small towns find they cannot harm the strangest of their members, when eccentrics show resilience, they are eventually embraced and even cherished.
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Time is the water in which we live, and we breathe it like fish. ... Time pours into us and then pours out again. In between the two pourings we live our destiny.
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Society is like this card game here, cousin. We got dealt our hand before we were even born, and as we grow we have to play as best as we can.
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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.
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Things which do not grow and change are dead things.
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Her mind was present because she was always gone. Her hands were filled because they grasped the meaning of empty. Life was simple. Her husband returned and she served him with indifferent patience this time. When he asked what had happened to her heat for him, she gestured to the west. The sun was setting. The sky was a body of fire.
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When every inch of the world is known, sleep may be the only wilderness that we have left.
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Time was rushing around me like water around a big wet rock. The only difference is, I was not so durable as stones. Very quickly I would be smoothed away.
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When we are young, the words are scattered all around us. As they are assembled by experience, so also are we, sentence by sentence, until the story takes shape.
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I spend my time dwelling on revenge and try to deal with the monsters crawling out of the ashes.
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All of our actions have in their doing the seed of their undoing. ... That in her creation of her children there should be the unspeakable promise of their death, for by their birth she had created mortal beings.
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I thought how we might have to yell to be heard by Higher Power, but that's not saying it's not there. And that is faith for you. It's belief even when the gods don't deliver.
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The length of sky is just about the size of my ignorance. Pure and wide.
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