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.
Joseph BoydenThe world is a different place in this new century, [...]. And we are a different people. My visions still come but no one listens any longer to what they tell us, what they warn us. I knew even as a young woman that destruction bred on the horizon. [...] War touches everyone, and windigos spring from the earth.
Joseph BoydenCompared to Americans, Canadians are often more gentle in their approach to things. They're much more apologetic. There's less room for conflict.
Joseph BoydenI'm intrigued by the classic Greek tragedies, as well as by the idea of the Greek chorus.
Joseph Boyden