N. Scott Momaday
Sign in to saveAlso known as Navarre Scott Momaday, Navarre Scott Mammedaty, Tsoai-talee, Rock Tree Boy
Kiowa author and academic (1934–2024)
Person · Open Library
- Born
- 1934
- Works
- 53
Top works
- Prentice Hall Literature -- Platinum
- Prentice Hall Literature--Florida--Language and Literacy
- Prentice Hall Literature--Timeless Voices, Timeless Themes--The American Experience
- Prentice Hall Literature--Silver
- Prentice Hall Literature--Timeless Voices, Timeless Themes--Reader's Companion--Silver
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Listeners · Last.fm
- Listeners
- 9
- Total plays
- 28
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Recent publications · Crossref
5 total works indexed
- Common method biases in behavioral research: A critical review of the literature and recommended remedies.
· 2003 · cited 67,662x
- Gene set enrichment analysis: A knowledge-based approach for interpreting genome-wide expression profiles
· 2005 · cited 48,815x
- SciPy 1.0: fundamental algorithms for scientific computing in Python
· 2020 · cited 36,455x
- Going deeper with convolutions
· 2015 · cited 32,860x
- QIIME allows analysis of high-throughput community sequencing data
· 2010 · cited 30,942x
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Quotes
- “There was a house made of dawn. It was made of pollen and of rain, and the land was very old and everlasting.”
- “...and Abel was running. Against the winter sky and the long, light valley of the landscape at dawn, he seemed almost to be standing still, very little and alone.”
- “Now and then in winter, great angles of geese fly through the valley, and then the sky and the geese are the same color and the air is hard and damp and smoke rises from the houses of the town.”
- “Every six or seven years there is a great harvest of piñones far to the east of town. That harvest, like the deer in the mountains, is the gift of God.”
- “And Mariano fell and was exhausted. Fransisco held his stride all the way... and even then he could have gone on running, for no reason, for only the sake of running on.”
- “"My grandfather is dead," Abel said. "You must bury him."... "My grandfather is dead," Abel repeated. His voice was low and even. There was no emotion, nothing.”
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