Daughter of the Morning Star Quotes

“There are a number of smells I’ve loved in my lifetime, but few can compare with the smell of a bookstore.”
― Craig Johnson, Daughter of the Morning Star

“That is the difference between us—I believe in everything until proven, whereas you believe in nothing until proven.” I”
― Craig Johnson, Daughter of the Morning Star

“and in that is their power, the strength of many—chaos.”
― Craig Johnson, Daughter of the Morning Star

“Just being near the Éveohtsé-heómėse cost me eight hours of my life. The old ones call it the Wandering Without, the nothing, the thing that takes and never gives.”
― Craig Johnson, Daughter of the Morning Star

“Don’t try and scare me, Standing Bear. I got nothing behind me and nothing in front of me—nothing everywhere I look. Just a big fat zero.” Lane stared at him a moment and then turned, walking back toward the front and disappearing around the corner.”
― Craig Johnson, Daughter of the Morning Star

“do not worry about dying and someday I will die—whereas you worry about dying and someday you will die.”
― Craig Johnson, Daughter of the Morning Star

“Everybody thinks the dead of the night is the scary time, but it’s not. The time of danger for the living is the time of change, from day into night or night into day, when the world isn’t sure what it is or what it wants to be.”
― Craig Johnson, Daughter of the Morning Star

“Sometimes all it takes is one small act of heroism to chart a new path for history”
― Craig Johnson, Daughter of the Morning Star

“I do not worry about dying and someday I will die - whereas you worry about dying and someday you will die”
― Craig Johnson, Daughter of the Morning Star

“There are a lot of theories about how you can tell if somebody is lying to you, did you know that?” He didn’t answer but slid the cup the rest of the way toward him and stuck the straw in his mouth. “All kinds of indicators. The only ones that are really hard to catch are pathological liars because they have trouble themselves discerning between a lie and the truth—they blur those lines so much that they can’t tell the difference anymore.”
― Craig Johnson, Daughter of the Morning Star

“I glanced at the posture. “Look, I know you think you’ve got the original franchise on grief, but there’s a lot of it flying around these days and most of us just suck it up and do what we can to help each other, you know?”
― Craig Johnson, Daughter of the Morning Star

“Funny how your attitude about spirituality could change when the chips were down.”
― Craig Johnson, Daughter of the Morning Star

“the Cottonwood Creek one, or maybe it was Indian Creek—so that I could park near the broken-down van that had given up one of its occupants that cold night. I parked and got out, walking toward whatever damn creek it was, and looked up at the makeshift poster still stapled to the power pole. The snow was falling steadily, very much like the night Jeanie One Moon had gone missing, almost as if the fates were toying with me, laughing in my face. I reached up and tore the now brittle plastic from the tree, having been fastened there for over a year, and studied the photo of the missing girl with half her face faded away, as if she were lying in a snowdrift somewhere, waiting to be discovered. Carefully folding the notice, I slipped it into the inside pocket of my jacket just as a pair of headlights appeared in the distance from the south, roiling the snow in their wake. I watched, fully expecting it to continue on I-90 up to Billings, but instead it slowed, turned in, and pulled up behind my truck. The big, full-ton turbo diesel dually engine rattled to a stop and the lights shut off. A large man extricated himself from the driver’s seat and lumbered toward me. “How did you know I would be here?” Lyndon Iron Bull stomped through the couple of inches of snow and pulled up the collar on his blanket-lined coat, his glasses steaming with his breath. “This is my land;”
― Craig Johnson, Daughter of the Morning Star

“but animals can read confidence in a fellow hunter and there’s nothing more unnerving than moving in for the kill on something that shows no fear.”
― Craig Johnson, Daughter of the Morning Star