“I didn’t feel connected to the ground I walked on. I didn’t feel like I was sitting on the chair I was sitting on. When I was eating, I felt that I wasn’t eating food.”
“Coyote Jack was scared: of men, of town, of noisy cars, the occasional planes overhead, of small transactions with store clerks, the meaning of scratchy letters on paper, of church people and God, Indians and women, the sound of the human voice.” - The Cure For Death by Lightning, Gail Anderson-Dargatz