359 Quotes by Louise Erdrich

You can’t assimilate Indian ghosts. It’s too late!

And Patrice thought another thing her mother said was definitely true – you never really knew a man until you told him you didn’t love him. That’s when his true ugliness, submerged to charm you, might surface.

The whole time we made love, in deepening light, we watched each other’s faces as the expressions came and went. We saw the pleasure and the tenderness. We saw the helplessness deepen. We saw the need that was a beautiful sickness between us.

If I am loved,” Father Damien went on, “it is a merciless and exacting love against which I have no defense. If I am not loved, then I am being pitilessly manipulated by a force I cannot withstand, either, and so it is all the same. I must do what I must do. Go in peace.

The average man is proof the average woman can take a joke,” he said.

This was our ritual. Our breaking break, our communion. and it all began with that trusting moment where my father walked up behind my mother and she smiled at his approach without turning. By now they stood staring at each other helplessly over the broken dish.

This is how the world ends, I think, everything crazy yet people doing normal things.

A smile of remembrance of lost times.

My petunias,” she tells me in a flat voice, “are none of your business.