You can't fake creativity, competence, or sexual arousal.

Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair.

Christmas makes everything twice as sad.

I thought it would be such a sick joke to have to remain to be alive for decades and not believe in or feel anything.

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.

Later, I would learn that coincidences are the most planned things in the world. Later, I would learn that every single moment is a coincidence.

The best part of my life is gone, and what remains is whizzing past so quickly I feel like I'm Krazy-Glue'ed onto a mechanical bull of a time machine.