If I was around when kids used to play Cowboys and Indians, I would've always wanted to be on the Indian side. In books and in movies, the "good Indians" were always portrayed as these tough-as-nails, aloof, resourceful men of the land. They had integrity in spades and almost every good qualilty imaginable. However, there was always that part of the book where the cowboy offers Flying Bear some "firewater," his integrity dissolves, and he ends up whoring out his squaws for a fifth of John Daniels or whatever. I think that's why I never liked cowboys.

Alison had a quote from Still Life with Woodpecker today, so I think I will continue that trend and raise her one. Two quotes, different books:

"What do you think of that? she asked brightly. Then she noticed that from the tip of the hair there hung, like a tadpole's baloon, a tiny telltale bead of fishy moisture. O Sweet Jesus, no! She released her grip on the crumpled toilet paper. It fluttered to the ground like a stricken dove. Her face heated as crimson as the hair, and then some. She could have died.

"What do I think of that?" The Woodpecker's voice was very very gentle. "I think it could make the world a better place."
(p. 100)

Nevermind, just one quote. I'll make it up to you. If you haven't read the book, read it. If you have read the book and own it, but can't find it, then I have it! Hahaha...