Some say that no one ever leaves Montreal, for that city, like Canada itself, is designed to preserve the past, a past that happened somewhere else.
Suffering, violent suffering, seems to be something that corresponds with something that we experience.
It doesn't matter what you do because it's going to happen anyway.
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love
Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore
I read with some amusement my reputation as a ladies' man. My friends are amused by that, too, because they know my life.