We have doomed the wolf not for what it is, but for what we deliberately and mistakenly perceive it to be –the mythologized epitome of a savage ruthless killer – which is, in reality, no more than a reflected image of ourself.

It is in our nature to travel into our past, hoping thereby to illuminate the darkness that bedevils the present.

Without a function, we cease to be. So, I will write till I die.

I write better in Cape Breton... too many people around in Ontario. Down there I meet all sorts of non-human people, but they don't bother me, and I don't feel I have to apologize on behalf of my species quite so often.

After all, we fought the Yanks in 1812 and kicked them the hell out of our country - but not with blanks.

Ah me son, we don't be takin' nothin' from the sea. We has to sneak up on what we wants and wiggle it away

Truth I have no trouble with, it's the facts I get all screwed up.