Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary Of A Part-Time Indian Quotes

Nervous means you want to play. Scared means you don't want to play.

I'm quite aware of my differences. I wouldn't classify them as weird

When it comes to death, we know that laughter and tears are pretty much the same thing.

There are all kinds of addicts, I guess. We all have pain. And we all look for ways to make the pain go away. (107)

And believe me, a good piece of chicken can make anybody believe in the existence of God.

Somebody dies and people eat your food. Funny how that works.

I think all of us are always five years old in the presence and absence of our parents.

Well, in the early days of humans, the community was our only protection against predators, and against the starvation. We survived because we trusted one another.

I can't remember how to cry.

Because I want to be remembered.

He was my best friend and I needed him.

Like the coffin was settling down for a long, long nap, for a forever nap.

So I draw because I feel like it might be my only real chance to escape the reservation.

But how can I get enough experience if they don't give me a chance to get experience?

But despite the fact that Reardan is a tiny town, people can still be strangers to each other.

I hoped and prayed that they would someday forgive me for leaving them. I hoped and prayed that I would someday forgive myself for leaving them.

But my grandmother wanted us to forgive her murderer.

son, " Mr. P said. "You're going to find more and more hope the farther and farther you walk away from this sad, sad, sad reservation.

Coach said. "the quality of a man's life is in direct proportion to his commitment to excellence, regardless of his chosen field of endeavor".

A bullet only costs about two cents, and anybody can afford that.

I knew I was being an idiot. But I figured if I kept being an idiot, if I didn't actually accept the truth, then the truth would become false.

My grandmother's last act on earth was a call for forgiveness, love, and tolerance.

He was going to punish me now. He couldn't beat me up with his old man fists, but he could hurt me with his old man words.

I was crying because I had broken my best friend's heart.

They wanted to help me with my pain.

I was emotionally erect.

(I think Rowdy might be the most important person in my life. maybe more important than my family.) Can your best friend be more importamt than your family?

What if someone picks on me?" I askedThen I'll pick on them".What if someone picks my nose?" I asked.The I'll pick your nose, too" Rowdy said.

So I heard the boom of my father's rifle when he shot my best friend. A bullet only costs about two cents, and anybody can afford that.