indian horse is a novel by richard wagamese. tw: violence.
‘ people put way too much stock in words. sometimes it better to just sit. kinda get used to each other again. ’
‘ that’s the tough part. ’
‘ where’s god now, then? ’
‘ try that shit again, kid. ’
‘ you taught yourself that? ’
‘ second is you’re a sawed-off little runt and they’re gonna think they have to protect you, stand up for you. ’
‘ we’re here if you need us. don’t forget that. ’
‘ thought i’d know what to say once i got here. ’
‘ that and the fact that you’re a kid gives you a pass. but remember your place. ’
‘ when did you get back? ’
‘ i can’t do it with all that bullshit getting in the way. ’
‘ just too sensitive to your feelings to want to mention it. ’
‘ i don’t give a shit about any of that. ’
‘ depends on what you have to say for yourself. ’
‘ they wanted me to bare my fists and fight. ’
‘ you can actually convince yourself that things are going to be okay even though you know in your gut that that they’re not likely to. ’
‘ but turns out i was just hurt, lonely, guilty, ashamed – and mostly i was just really, really sad. ’
‘ there’s too much to sort out and sift through. ’
‘ one who loves does not brandish fear or require it. ’
‘ that and more. lots more. ’
‘ time will take care of itself. ’
‘ if we want to live at peace with ourselves, we need to tell our stories. ’
‘ i don’t know why i have to go. i just know i do. ’
‘ did you want to hunt that fucker down? ’
‘ i wanted to punch your lights out for leaving. ’
‘ you ripped it up, though, didn’t you? ’
‘ maybe they don’t believe me, or something about what i’m saying pisses them off. ’
‘ you’ll have to prove that. ’
‘ it’s all about family and who you know. ’
‘ you sound like a whiner. ’
‘ that’s how i felt. invaded. ’
‘ your grief has blinded you. ’