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1 " Empty man. Walk thru shadows. All lives the same. They give you wishes. The old people at the window. Dead man. Rised, come gory to their side. Wish to be lovely, to be some other self. Even here, without you. Some other soul. Than the filth I feel. Have in me. Guilt, like something of God's. Some separate suffering self. "
― , New American Story
2 " Navajo heaven is not a solemn gray high refuse heap for humble failures. "
3 " The wrong things are said when there is nothing that can be said. "