Louise Erdrich
Louise Erdrich
Louise Erdrich is an Ojibwe writer of novels, poetry, and children's books featuring Native American characters and settings. She is an enrolled member of the Turtle Mountain Band of Chippewa Indians, a band of the Anishinaabe...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth7 June 1954
CountryUnited States of America
insulation
...don't read anything except what destroys the insulation between yourself and your experience...
death heart different
Your life feels different on you, once you greet death and understand your heart's position.
life perfect garments
We all got holes in our lives. Nobody dies in a perfect garment.
dream soul desire
So what is wild? What is wilderness? What are dreams but an internal wilderness and what is desire but a wildness of the soul?
names drawing design
I make very involved drawings, even little structures, and try using design to figure out the rhythm of a plot. If there are several narrators then a clue has to pop up in the first line. There have to be certain grammatical clues, or distinctive names.
father order evil
In order to purify yourself, you have to understand yourself, Father Trais went on. Everything out in the world is also in you. Good, bad, evil, perfection, death, everything. So we study our souls.
moving love-is voiceless
We are conjured voiceless out of nothing and must return to an unknowing state. What happens in between is an uncontrolled dance, and what we ask for in love is no more than a momentary chance to get the steps right, to move in harmony until the music stops.
sometimes monstrosity persons
Sometimes a person's monstrosity seems superhuman.
women hands wind
When women age into their power, no wind can upset them, no hand turn aside their knowledge, no fact can deflect their point of view.
writing trying crude
It kills your writing if you try to manipulate it with crude politics.
rivers ice chaos
Every so often something shatters like ice and we are in the river of our existence. We are aware.
writing way i-can
By writing I can live in ways that I could not survive.
boys childhood way
I had a very free childhood and ranged around on my bicycle the way boys do. I had few restrictions.
beautiful humble purpose
...which causes me to wonder, my own purpose on so many days as humble as the spider's, what is beautiful that I make? What is elegant? What feeds the world?