Indian believes they ain't but two sins... bein a coward... and turnin agin yer own kind.

It is good that a man's enemies want him dead, for it proves he has lived a life of worth.

Have you ever seen a demonstrable example of equality in your entire life? Can it be glimpsed in any dog show or classroom? In any ping pong game or chess match? Of course not. It is a philosophical abstraction, something nowhere to be found in nature.

If you believe Might is Right, it follows that whoever cannot hold their ground does not deserve to keep it.

Mick had once come across one of Wilson't books and was surprised to see his face on the back cover. Mick was even more surprised when he read the book. It was pretty good, although Mick was kind of tired of hearing about Indians. Still, Mick thought, Aristotle Little Hawk was a good Indian, even if he was just some character in a book. He wished more Indians like Little Hawk hung out in the bar. He knew Wilson claimed he had some Indian blood, said so inside the book. But Mick did not buy that shit. Mick's great-grandmother was a little bit Indian, but that did not make him Indian. Besides, who the hell would want to be Indian when you could just as easily be white?

[Clark said he reviewed local data on black farmers and USDA lending patterns by race, and figured out how much Miller could have made if he had received the same loans as neighboring white farmers.] I looked at a similarly situated white farmer, ... His growth trends compared to Mr. Miller's growth trends. [The white farmer] was a lot further along.