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“You put your reminders of pain on the wall and pray to them. We still hurt, so we don’t need that reminder.”
― Stephen Graham Jones, The Buffalo Hunter Hunter

“You don’t understand,” I said pleadingly as if to a higher power, longing to use my hands to gesture with, to make him see, to get him to understand that these were different times, with a different breed of men——the kind necessary to forge a new land, a better country, one that made use of its resources rather than letting them lie fallow. “I understand,” he said, however. “You wanted to make us cry. And so you did. You wanted our land, so you took it. You wanted us out of the way, so you killed us in our lodges. Is there more to it, Three-Persons?”
― Stephen Graham Jones, The Buffalo Hunter Hunter

“I didn’t look around, though. You can’t look around, every time you think you’re not alone. Once you start, you never stop.”
― Stephen Graham Jones, The Buffalo Hunter Hunter

“What I am is the Indian who can’t die. I’m the worst dream America ever had.”
― Stephen Graham Jones, The Buffalo Hunter Hunter