I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.

I'm with the spirit of Earth-Day-yet-to-come. Nobody can really predict the future, all you can do is look at trends, and that could change at any moment.

A ratio of failures is built into the process of writing. The wastebasket has evolved for a reason.

The central symbol for Canada-and this based on numerous instances of its occurrence in both English and French Canadian literature-is undoubtedly Survival, la Survivance.

Was this a betrayal, or was it an act of courage? Perhaps both. Neither one involves forethought: such things take place in an instant, in an eyeblink. This can only be because they have been rehearsed by us already, over and over, in silence and darkness; in such silence, such darkness, that we are ignorant of them ourselves. Blind but sure-footed, we step forward as if into a remembered dance.

Extreme good, extreme evil: the abilities required are similar.

Time rises and rises, and when it reaches the level of your eyes you drown.