When I die, nieces, I want to be cremated, my ashes taken up in a bush plane and sprinkled onto the people in town below. Let them think my body is snowflakes, sticking in their hair and on their shoulders like dandruff.

There’s something sexy in cooking for a man who likes my food. Am I growing up?

I believe truly that Canada is a living history and we're going through some of the most important time in this country's short 150 years.

There's the concept that dreams are as important - if not more important - than reality. The attention that one pays to those things in the shadows is very much a part of the Indian experience.

Canada and America are very, very different. It's true that we share a language and many customs. But Americans have a very different view of the world.

Being a mixed-blood person of Ojibway and European ancestry, I always found that I only heard one side of the story - that was the conquerers' side, the side of the French Jesuit missionaries that came to live in what is now Ontario.

We all fight on two fronts, the one facing the enemy, the one facing what we do to the enemy.