The less I was of who I was, the better I felt.
I want history to jump on Canada's spine with sharp skates.
As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder.
I said I was ready to die recently, and I think I was exaggerating.That declaration of readiness, no matter what the outcome, that's a part of everyone's soul.
Who could have foretold the heart grows old from touching others
You go your way I'll go your way too