I don't trust my inner feelings, inner feelings come and go.

He knew that hair couldn't feel; he kissed her hair.

I didn't want to write for pay. I wanted to be paid for what I write.

I want history to jump on Canada's spine with sharp skates.

What were the bodies like on the beach? Ugly and white and ruined by offices.

Act the way you'd like to be and soon you'll be the way you act.

Get ready for the future: it is murder.