[L]ike everybody who gives up everything for the sake of one big idea, they periodically lost all of their hopes. (Chapter 1)

[L]ike anything else, living in it made it your reality, and when next I entered a white settlement, I missed the odor of what seemed to me life itself and felt I would suffocate. (Chapter 2)

You recall Old Lodge Skins’s attitude towards the whites: their ways were nonsensical to him but he figured they had reasons. I wasn’t going to let no Indian outdo me in tolerance. (Chapter 7)

I wasn’t long in discovering that it is a rare person in the white world who wants to hear what the other fellow says, all the more so when the other fellow really knows what he is talking about. (Chapter 8)

Now I know that every living thing is neither more nor less of Nature than the next, but I was... (Chapter 13)