Quote by Sherman Alexie
My father was always depressed. When he was home and sober, he was

My father was always depressed. When he was home and sober, he was mostly in his room. – Sherman Alexie

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In high school I dated a white woman. She would come to visit me on the rez. And her dad, who was very racist, didnt like that at all. And he told her one time, You shouldnt go on the rez if youre white because Indians have a lot of anger in their heart. – Sherman Alexie

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My wife was the first romantic partner who understood both American and native parts of me – not so much the positive stuff, but the damage. – Sherman Alexie

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One of the great privileges of having grown up in a middle-class literary English household, but having gone to school in the front lines in Southeast London, was that I became half-street-urchin and half-good-boy at home. I knew that dichotomy was possible. – Daniel Day-Lewis

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I watched Titanic when I got back home from the hospital, and cried. I knew that my IQ had been damaged. – Stephen King

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If you dont quit, and dont cheat, and dont run home when trouble arrives, you can only win. – Shelley Long

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