Oh, man, why is this the life? Why is it? Why is one rich and the other poor? Why is one black and the other white?

Every gift is held by two hands: the one that gives, and the one that takes away.

I'm sorry that I hurt you.""You didn't hurt me." There was a long pause on the phone. Then she said,"You are going to hurt from this longer than I ever will. It's true that I didn't know what kind of Indian you were. But what hurts me most is to know what kind of man.