We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

Only in Canada could somebody with a voice like mine win 'Vocalist of the Year'.

Does anybody have a cigarette? I'm looking forward to that first smoke. I've been looking forward to [it] for about 30 years.

In Montreal spring is like an autopsy. Everyone wants to see the inside of the frozen mammoth. Girls rip off their sleeves and the flesh is sweet and white, like wood under green bark. From the streets a sexual manifesto rises like an inflating tire, “the winter has not killed us again!

Maybe there's a god above but the only thing I learned from love was how to shoot at somebody who outdrew you.

Probably all cultures, certainly Western culture, always have been violent.

The winter has not killed usagain!