More and more I feel like a letter—deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one.

I was born in the Ottawa General Hospital right after the Gray Cup Football Game in 1939. Six months later, I was backpacked into the Quebec bush. I grew up in and out of the bush, in and out of Ottawa, Sault Ste. Marie and Toronto.

How easy it is to invent a humanity, for anyone at all.

I particularly like Twitter, because it's short and can be very funny and informative. It's a little bit like having your own radio program.

Kafka thought his stories were hilarious. We don't necessarily have that reaction to them, but he certainly laughed his head off every time he read them out loud.

For if the world treats you well, Sir, you come to believe you are deserving of it.

It's rather useless to write a gripping narrative with nothing in it but climate change because novels are always about people even if they purport to be about rabbits or robots.