We are all shaped by where we grow up, though that shaping takes different forms. I dont think theres any doubt that coming of age in Winnipeg both opened my eyes and made me hungry - if I can subvert all claims to be a real writer by mixing metaphors like that.

The world could bring you poison in a jewelled cup, or surprising gifts. Sometimes you didn't know which of them it was.

We salvage what we can, what truly matters to us, even at the gates of despair.

There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.

It is always difficult, even with the best will in the world, to look back a long way and see anything resembling the truth.

It was different, though, knowing something in your thoughts and then hearing it confirmed, made real, planted in the world like a tree

We are all shaped by where we grow up, though that shaping takes different forms. I dont think theres any doubt that coming of age in Winnipeg both opened my eyes and made me hungry - if I can subvert all claims to be a real writer by mixing metaphors like that.