When you are young, you always expect that the world is going to end. And then you get older and the world still chugs along and you are forced to re-evaluate your stance on the apocalypse as well as your own relationship to time and death. You realize that the world will indeed continue, with or without you, and the pictures you see in your head. So you try to understand the pictures instead.

There are few, if any, Canadian men that have never spelled their name in a snow bank.

I guess the thing about exposing your heart is that people may not even notice it. Like a flop movie. Or they'll borrow your heart and they'll forget to return it to you.

...we're told by TV and Reader's Digest that a crisis will trigger massive personal change--and that those big changes will make the pain worthwhile. But from what he could see, big change almost never happens. People simply feel lost. They have no idea what to say or do or feel or think. they become messes and tend to remain messes.

Canadians can easily 'pass for American' as long as we don't accidentally use metric measurements or apologize when hit by a car.

OPTION PARALYSIS: The tendency, when given unlimited choices, to make none.

You know what the best thing is about the end of the day? Tomorrow, it starts all over again.