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

In this world, where we find ourselves, we need compassion more than anything, I think, or we are all alone.

There are kinds of action, for good or ill, that lie so far outside the boundaries of normal behavior that they force us, in acknowledging that they have occurred, to restructure our own understanding of reality. We have to make room for them.

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.

You have to be afraid for it to count as bravery.

Irritation for some men was their response to strain.

Why did becoming accustomed to something have to render its pleasures stale.