359 Quotes by Louise Erdrich

Thomas Wazhashk removed his thermos from his armpit and set it on the steel deck alongside his scuffed briefcase.

Bad smells made her angry, they were a personal affront.

Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other. Throw it in the garbage and it springs up clean. Try to root it out and it only flourishes. Love is a weed, a dandelion that you poison from your heart. The taproots wait. The seeds blow off, ticklish, into a part of the yard you didn't spray. And one day, though you worked, though you prodded out each spiky leaf, you lift your eyes and dozens of fat golden faces bob in the grass.

She compares the deepest wells of depression to gestation, to a time enclosed, a secluded lightlessness in which, unknown and unforced, we grow.

To love another another human in all of her splendor and imperfect perfection , it is a magnificent task...tremendous and foolish and human.

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.

I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms.

We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.

I got well by talking. Death could not get a word in edgewise, grew discouraged, and traveled on.