Top 400 Sherman Alexie Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “If human beings possessed endless possibilities, then cities contained exponential hopes.”

— Sherman Alexie

252. “Your mother is a better man than me. Mothers are almost always better men than men are.”

— Sherman Alexie

253. “Hunger is my crime.”

— Sherman Alexie

254. “Like a good Indian, he knew when to talk and when to remain silent. Like a good Indian, he knew there was never a good time to talk.”

— Sherman Alexie

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

— Sherman Alexie

256. “And that’s when I knew that I was going to be okay.”

— Sherman Alexie

257. “My career means, if you’re a non-Indian writing about Indians, at least there’s one Indian in your rearview mirror.”

— Sherman Alexie

258. “Each of us – rich and poor, gay and straight, black and white – we are fragile and finite. We all go through this glorious life without guarantees, without promises of rescue or redemption. We have freedom of speech and religion, and the absolute freedom to leave behind our loved ones, or to force them to unhappily pursue us.”

— Sherman Alexie

259. “He doesn’t hurt you because you’re the only good thing in his life. He doesn’t want to give that up. It’s the only thing he hasn’t given up.”

— Sherman Alexie

260. “Who cares if a man wants to marry another man? All i want to know is who’s going to ick up all the dirty socks?”

— Sherman Alexie

261. “Late at night I go out and listen to the wind. That’s all the wisdom I need. I mean, I love books, but shoot, most of the world’s wisdom is not contained in books.”

— Sherman Alexie

262. “That’s one more thing people don’t know about Indians: We love to talk dirty.”

— Sherman Alexie

263. “I would guess, perhaps too optimistically, that nearly ever racist believes it is morally wrong to be racist. And since nearly every person thinks of themselves as being moral, then a racist must consciously and subconsciously employ tortured logic in order to explain away their racism – in order to believe themselves to be nonracist.”

— Sherman Alexie

264. “I keep writing and rewriting, drawing and redrawing, and rethinking and revising and reediting. It became my grieving ceremony.”

— Sherman Alexie

265. “I suppose, in many ways, one never stops loving the people they loved during their youth. Or hating the people they hated.”

— Sherman Alexie

266. “The form I most enjoy writing is the sonnet or sonnet-like forms, where you have a – you know, three stanzas or two stanzas that lead into a concluding couplet.”

— Sherman Alexie

267. “The problem for me with liberals is that we’ve abdicated our moral responsibility to the universe.”

— Sherman Alexie

268. “I pretended I belonged.”

— Sherman Alexie

269. “That’s just a fancy way of calling me a liar,” I said. “If the moccasin fits, then wear it,” she said.”

— Sherman Alexie

270. “Nothing ever really happens, you know. Life is infinitesimal and incremental and inconsequential.”

— Sherman Alexie

271. “I think you forget things on purpose,” my mother’s ghost said.”

— Sherman Alexie

272. “They wanted to help me with my pain.”

— Sherman Alexie

273. “She never opened up a canyon in her soul and silently disappeared into the dark recesses.”

— Sherman Alexie

274. “But I stopped crying when I noticed that very few people were being openly emotional. I’d never seen that many stoic people at a funeral. I’d never experienced a silent and polite funeral. My tribe doesn’t bury our dead that way. We wail, weep, and tell dirty jokes at graveside.”

— Sherman Alexie

275. “I wasn’t afraid of the dark nearly as much as I was afraid of the monsters who hunted by night and day.”

— Sherman Alexie

276. “I hear poetry whenever I turn on the radio. Eminem is a better poet than just about everybody. He’s better than Billy Collins; he’s better than Richard Wilbur; he’s better than me.”

— Sherman Alexie

277. “I don’t think the revisionist historians are accurate. I think their agendas are clouded by selfishness and anger and rage.”

— Sherman Alexie

278. “What do you say to people when they ask you how it feels to lose everything?”

— Sherman Alexie

279. “When you read a piece of writing that you admire, send a note of thanks to the author.”

— Sherman Alexie

280. “The contemporary motto for the mullet-wearer is “business in front, party in the back” but the Indian mullet warrior motto was “I don’t want my hair to get in my eyes as I’m kicking your ass.”

— Sherman Alexie

281. “Well, I think the worst part about tribalism is its tendency to fundamentalize, and if I can fight fundamentalism in any of its forms I’m happy.”

— Sherman Alexie

282. “Even Crazy Horse, the famous Oglala warrior, was named for his father. But nobody called him Junior, for rather logical reasons. “Look! There’s the most feared and mysterious Indian of all time! Behold! It is Junior!”

— Sherman Alexie

283. “But people forget.”

— Sherman Alexie

284. “We lived in a small house, so there was no escape from the goddamn racket of her loneliness.”

— Sherman Alexie

285. “Seattle is Sweden! Extremely liberal, progressive, and very white, with a strong undercurrent of racism.”

— Sherman Alexie

286. “She wanted to find a way to love them in death, because she forgot how to love them in life.”

— Sherman Alexie

287. “Political Correctness has forced racists to become poets.”

— Sherman Alexie

288. “He felt split in two, one crazy man eating hair and one rational man watching a crazy man eat hair. He chewed and swallowed the last pieces of his father’s life. He felt like he was building a museum of pain, a freak show, where he was the only visitor viewing the only mutant screaming the only prayer he knew: Come back, Daddy. Come back, Daddy. Come back, Daddy. Come back, Daddy. Come back, Daddy. Come back, Daddy. Come back, Daddy. Come back Daddy...”

— Sherman Alexie

289. “We shuffled past white customers who stared at us with hate, pity, disgust, and anger – the Four Horsemen of the Anti-Indian Apocalypse.”

— Sherman Alexie

290. “Writing is a lonely business.”

— Sherman Alexie

291. “I know the answer has a lot to do with basic human decency, and also with the seductive nature of fame, but I think the answer has most to do with compartmentalism. It’s easy for a white racist to fall in love with and accept one member of a minority – one Indian – and their real and perceived talents and flaws. But it’s much tougher for a racist to accept a dozen Indians. And impossible for a white racist to accept the entire race of Indians – or an entire race of any nonwhite people.”

— Sherman Alexie

292. “I wasn’t shocked and I’m still not shocked. It’s total exploitation, with everything up for grabs. Health care, gone. Destroy the environment in search of more profit. State-sponsored violence. Targeted incarceration. You know what’s happening, though: The whole country is becoming a reservation.”

— Sherman Alexie

293. “Our love will be loud, and it will be bright.”

— Sherman Alexie

294. “We are taught to take the bread into our bodies as proof of Jesus’s body.”

— Sherman Alexie

295. “I prayed to Our Father and I called my father. And one father remained silent and the other quickly came to get me.”

— Sherman Alexie

296. “It made me cry for myself.”

— Sherman Alexie

297. “Can a writer forget something that he’s written in one of his own books? Yes, of course.”

— Sherman Alexie

298. “Sometimes we meet a character and we fall so hopelessly in love with him or her that we want to be that character, no matter how tough they have it, no matter how they might mess things up.”

— Sherman Alexie

299. “Susan Alexie died of tuberculosis on August 30, 1945. I don’t know why the exact date of her death is not on her gravestone. Perhaps it had been about money. Those extra letters and numbers might have been too expensive. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I could write “I don’t know” one million times and publish that as my memoir. And, yes, it would be repetitive, experimental, and more metaphor than history, but it would also be emotionally accurate.”

— Sherman Alexie

300. “But he wasn’t ugly, just misplaced and marked by loneliness.”

— Sherman Alexie