Zuni Quotes

I'm not an anthropology buff, but I've read enough of it to know that the Zuni don't think that their way is the way for everyone, and that the Navajo don't think their way is the way for everyone. Each of them has a way that works well for them.

I don't want to have 'carnal knowledge' with any old Zuni, asshole." From the way she seemed to relish the word asshole as it unwound from her lips, I guessed that she rarely used it. It sounded like a mark of esteem, and I was momentarily very jealous of Arthur. I wondered what it might take to get Jane to call me an asshole too.

What I see especially among the Navajos and the Zunis and the Hopis is a culture of people who have been smart enough to learn a lesson that we're awfully slow to get... They know that being rich doesn't have any damn thing to do with how much money you've got. It's got to do with are you happy and are you content.

Raw ingredients trump recipes every time; farmers and ranchers who coax the best from the earth can make any of us appear to be a great cook.

The coma carried me into a world where time and space seemed to vanish; it was a dreamlike existence in which people, places, and situations shifted as quickly as thoughts. I had a profound sense of being at a crossroads, a turning point, somewhere between death and life...

Both the Hopi and Zuni Indians, who have used the venom in purification rituals, assert that it effectively reduces the human soul to its rarest elements, stripping away all that is false, illusory, or fearful.

You can't be a proper officer with your dad holding your hand. Everyone at the police station will laugh at you.

You never know what others are going through, I thought. Don’t judge who you don’t know.

To many Native American tribes the Grand Canyon is a sacred place: site of numerous origin myths from the Havasupai to the Zuni; hushed repose of the Hopi dead. If I were forced to choose a religion, that’s the kind of religion I could go for. The Grand Canyon confers stature on a religion, outclassing the petty smallness of the Abrahamics, the three squabbling cults which, through historical accident, still afflict the world.

Tracking how flavors and textures change and then discovering or master-minding the best balance of of flavor is fun. And striking that balance is not a skill reserved for an elect group with extraordinary palates. You need most of all to trust and pay attention to your own palate. Even if it isn't yet your habit to taste as you cook, training yourself to recognize where you need more salt, sweetness, fat, or acidity, or where a dish needs more cooking to concentrate or soften flavors, or improve the texture, is eminently doable.

gets in the way. You've gotta choose justice over jobs. "Angel, first, her name's Libby, not SHE!" I marched over to Angel, so tempted to pull her hair, but it wasn't worth it. "Second, she can't just get over it, but she will beat it with our help! We've all got fears. Hers is speaking. Mine is spiders. Angel, yours is--" "Don't say it!" She sank under the table. "I trusted you!" "Bunnies." Everyone, even Libby, burst out laughing.

The Mean Girl Who Never Speaks

Check the pitch," she'd said. "You'll know him when you see him." That was easier said than done. There were thirty boys playing football (you might call it soccer). I stayed on the side, looking out for him, but that's hard

Green

taking a look. 1. An honest review.

Social theorists may be considered as belonging to the Zuni-like culture of scholars. Such cultures select persons who have repressed their emotions in the service of intellectual goals and develop norms and procedures which maintain the dominance of intellect over feeling. Scholarly theories of the human experience which exclude emotions are both product and causes of repression.

On the Zuni Acoma Trail through El Malpais there were cairns to follow, but no real trail tread. Some of the cairns had been in place for 700 years.

I enjoy working very hard!” I didn’t believe him. No one likes working hard because, you know, it’s hard. People only like hard work when it’s finished. That’s when you realise it was worth it.

This is outrageous behaviour,” Mr Badal barked. “Running around in the playground when you should be in class…Did I ask you to speak? SILENCE, young man!” Mr Badal turned back to Libby and calmly said, “This will take a few minutes. Excuse me.” He stepped outside and closed the door. Libby knelt on the floor and placed the paper on the coffee table.

Benson

Instead of forcing mean people to like me, I’d just stay with nice people. Nice people like Jimmy. Nice people like Libby. Nice people like me. And nice people like you.

Am I religious?” Yes, incorrigibly, by temperament, if you mean susceptible to the music, the rituals, the daring leaps of imagination and metaphor so often found in music, poems, liturgies, rituals, and stories—not only those that are Christian, but also to the cantor’s singing at a bar mitzvah, to Hopi and Zuni dances on the mesas of the American Southwest, to the call to prayer in Indonesia.

I looked at Burro.  Sweat oozed down the sides of his face. Stressful events change his brain chemistry, and changed brain chemistry is not good for a schizophrenic. I

we knew the Witch Doctor was busy in the village. I’ve got the spot marked to a certainty in my mind, and all of you notice that there’s the finest cedar growing directly above him on the top of the wall,

Officers helped ordies (ordnance men) build up and haul and load Zuni rockets.

How? It was a cold, rainy morning. We could've been in bed if we were adults. Not fair!

Successful people do what unsuccessful people won’t do.

Just do your very best,

I had nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. He’s coming, I thought, and I’ll be in serious trouble…

They passed the Confluence sometime that afternoon, where the Little Colorado River emerged from its own canyon on the left and bent around its delta to join the Colorado. The waves turned choppy and coffee-brown where the two rivers met. Tumbled stones, rounded by water, lay on the delta: azure and mauve, taupe and terracotta, some white and cracked like eggs ready to open, others like blunt black knives. The Confluence is a sacred place to the region’s tribes. Zuni send spiritual offerings down the Little Colorado to the Grand Canyon, the home of their ancestors. Hopis say nearby is the place of emergence, where all humankind climbed into this world, the Fourth World, through the hollow stem of a reed, and spread over the Earth, leaving footprints and broken pottery to mark their journeys. Hopi youth make a sacred pilgrimage to the Confluence to gather the salt that seeps out of the sandstone, pressed from an ancient sea and crystallized into gleaming stalagmites. They bring the salt back to the mesas east of the Grand Canyon, where, they say, their people settled at the center of the earth.

She wanted to shake hands so we had a deal. “Wash your hands first,” I said. “If I catch germs, I’ll be sick. I can’t work if I’m sick.

being a good police officer means being a good person.

England, you'll find Detective Inspector Mya Dove. With two years' experience on the force, this six year

But would the man who hunted him still be here? Leaphorn considered this. The man would have known he had flushed his bird. He needed to be a fairly competent tracker to find George’s kill site. But once George was running, covering his tracks, he would have to be much better than that. He would have to be as good as Joe Leaphorn — and perhaps better than Leaphorn. As far as Leaphorn knew, there were no better trackers than himself. Certainly no Zuni, or white man.

it also follows that the oppressed can't criticize the powerful. The only remedy, so far as I can see, for what threatens to be a strongly conservative upshot, is to accept an overt double standard: allow a questionable idea to be criticized if it is held by those in a position of power-Christian creationism, for example-hut not if it is held by those whom the powerful oppress-Zuni creationism, for example.

Traveling with more than a hundred men, from engineers, cartographers, and geologists to astronomers, meteorologists, and botanists, as well as soldiers and guides, Whipple trudged through present-day Oklahoma, Texas, and New Mexico, into what would become Arizona, on a path that vaguely foreshadowed today’s Route 66. The group was guided along the way by Indians — Creeks, Shawnees, and Zunis. But it was the Mohaves who would lead Whipple on the final leg of the journey.2 On

Angel