“She was right. After all, if she herself had wondered whether she was Indian enough -- she, who had always been to me a sort of epitome of Indian -- then who could be? Who could claim the sole right or way to an identity?”

“She'd abandoned the animal she loved as she herself had been abandoned repeatedly in the past by people who had claimed to love her.”

“She felt as she often did in class when she was nearly sure she had the right answer, but could not always make herself raise her hand.”

“Adrian had always found it amusing that a guy could be drilling Stacia up her ass while she considered herself to be a virgin. Her intent had been to present herself as such when she found "Mr. Right.”

“She was flustered; he could see it in theway she kept twisting her fingers together. Did she think he was going to throw her downon the seat and rape her? After all, he was a renegade Indian, and capable of anything.Then again, the way she looked, maybe this was the most excitement she'd ever had.”

“It was mild monsters like these that made Jack the Ripper go after young women, she decided: who could tolerate yielding the world to someone who behaved as if she had given birth to the very world herself?”