"He grabs me with those big meaty southern hands," Alexie recalled, "and I'm feeling vaguely rib-like, looks at me with those blue eyes, starts leaning toward me and for a second I think he's going to kiss me, and I'm feeling very Monica. I start getting those first kiss thoughts, 'wet, dry... tongue, no tongue... how long... where should I put my hands?' So he gets closer and closer and his breath smells vaguely of McDonald's french fries. He leans close to my ear and he says 'Sherman, you're goddamn funny.'"
["George W. Bush is really boring," Alexie once remarked. "And you can't really pick on him because it's not really nice to pick on the special people. People ask me what it's like to be an Indian. You're all going to learn over the next four years."]