There's nothing cute or funny or lovable about being cheap. It's a total turn-off.

what I remember is the silence in spite of the noise. In my head it might just as well have been a snowy day in the country.

I think there is a Paris inside us all.

Clowns drink to blot out the ravages of terrifying children for a living.

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.

In the same way you can never go backward to a slower computer, you can never go backward to a lessened state of connectedness.

In Canada, when we speak of water, we're speaking of ourselves. Canadians are known to be unextravagant, and one explanation of this might be that we know that wasted water means a diminished collective soul; polluted waters mean a sickened soul. Water is the basis of our self-identity, and when we dream of canoes and thunderstorms and streams and even snowballs, we're dreaming about our innermost selves.