Time erases both the best and the worst of us.

I don't deserve a soul, yet I still have one. I know because it hurts.

All events became omens; I lost the ability to take anything literally.

Birds are a miracle because they prove to us there is a finer, simpler state of being which we may strive to attain.

When you grow up these days, you're told you're going to have four or five different careers during your lifetime. But what they don't tell you is that you're also going to be four or five different people along the way.

It's starts out young- you try not be different just to survive- you try to be just like everyone else- anonymity becomes reflexive- and then one day you wake up and you've become all those other people- the others- the something you aren't. And you wonder if you can ever be what it is you really are. Or you wonder if it's too late to find out.

Canadian winters are long. Life is hard and so is ice.