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1 " Every July, when Eli was grwoing up, his mother would close the cabin and move the family to the Sun Dance. Eli would help the other men set up the tepee, and then he and Norma and Camelot would run with the kids in the camp. They would ride horses and chase each other across the prairies, their freedom interrupted only by the ceremonies. Best of all, Eli liked the men’s dancing. The women would dance for four days, and then there would be a day of rest and the men would begin. Each afternoon, toward evening, the men would dance, and just before the sun set, one of the dancers would pick up a rifle and lead the other men to the edge of the camp, where the children waited. Eli and the rest of the children would stand in a pack and wave pieces of scrap paper at the dancers as the men attacked and fell back, surged forward and retreated, until finally, after several of these mock forays, the lead dancer would breach the fortress of children and fire the rifle, and all the children would fall down in a heap, laughing, full of fear and pleasure, the pieces of paper scattering across the land. Then the dancers would gather up the food that was piled around the flagpole—bread, macaroni, canned soup, sardines, coffee—and pass it out to the people. Later, after the camp settled in, Eli and Norma and Camelot would lie on their backs and watch the stars as they appeared among the tepee poles through the opening in the top of the tent. And each morning, because the sun returned and the people remembered, it would begin again.” (p. 116) "
― Thomas King , Green Grass, Running Water
2 " There are no truths. Only stories. "
3 " There are no truths, Coyote,” I says. “Only stories. "
4 " The Lone Ranger, Ishmael, Robinson Crusoe, and Hawkeye stood in the parking lot of the Blossom Lodge. Beyond the concrete and the asphalt and the cars, beneath the deep curve of the sky, the prairies waited.“Good morning,” shouted the Lone Ranger. As the old Indians watched, the universe gently tilted and the edge of the world danced in light. “Ah,” said Hawkeye. “It is beautiful.”In the east the sky softened and the sun broke free and the day rolled over and took a breath. “Okay,” said the Lone Ranger. “Did Coyote turn on the light?” “Yes,” said Robinson Crusoe. “I believe he did.”“Are we ready?” Asked Ishmael. The light ran west, flowing through the coulees and down the cutbacks and into the river. In the distance, a start settled on the horizon and waited. “Yes,” said the Lone Ranger, “it is time to begin. It is time we got started.” (p. 233) "
5 " Look,” said Robinson Crusoe. “The grass.”“Look,” said Hawkeye. “The light.” The clouds had moved away from the mountains, opening a path to the sky. From where they sat, the old Indians and Coyote watched the prairies lean away and turn blue and green and gold as the edges of sunlight touched the storm. It was as if a bright fire had sprung up in the deep grass, running before the wind, seeking the world ablaze with colour. “How beautiful it was,” said the Lone Ranger.“Yes,” said Ishmael. “How beautiful it is.”“It is ever changing,” said Robinson Crusoe.“It remains the same,” said Hawkeye. (p. 357) "
