It's not a cry you can hear at night. It's not somebody who has seen the light. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.

I always felt I was scraping the bottom of the barrel trying to get a song together.

Maybe we, the cultural workers , could apply ourselves. We're not going to resolve it in this moment or even in this generation, but perhaps as some kind of agenda we could invite our writers and cultural workers to address the problem a little more responsibly, because people are suffering tremendously from a want of data.

I found that things became a lot easier when I no longer expected to win. You abandon your masterpiece and sink into the real masterpiece.

The cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines.

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

I don't have any spiritual strategy.