Taylor

“He had a thousand-year-old stare.”
― Louise Erdrich, The Antelope Wife

“She gave her husband such a night of sexual pleasure that his eyes followed her constantly after that, narrow and hot. He grew molten when she passed near other men, and at night they made their own shaking tent. They got teased too much and moved farther off, into the brush, into the nesting ground of shy and holy loons. There, no one could hear them. In solitude they made love until they became gaunt and hungry, pale windigos with aching eyes, tongues of flame.”
― Louise Erdrich, The Antelope Wife

“A woman's body is the gate to this life. A man's body is the gate to the next life.”
― Louise Erdrich, The Antelope Wife

“Time thins the cloth of memory. As the ages pass, its rich colors fade. Strong wool is beaten by the elements until the pattern of its lesson disintegrates, leaving holes in the truth it was meant to carry on. Even the stains of blood bend and bleed, leaving but faded blotches without meaning, mere shadows of lessons that came before, their warnings lost within the obscure impression that remains.”
― Melissa McPhail, The Dagger of Adendigaeth