Below a certain point, if you keep too quiet, people no longer see you as thoughtful or deep; they simply forget you.

After my brush with the suicidal impulse, I listen with new ears to others when they speak on the subject. I think there are people who were born with that little door open, and they have to go through life knowing that they might jump through it at any moment.

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

What surprises me about humanity is that in the end such a narrow range of plights defines our moral lives.

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.

I'm an adult. Discipline me and I'll bury you alive. - Roger

Forget about being world famous, it's hard enough just getting the automatic doors at the supermarket to acknowledge our existence.