oil paints...the look of licked lips.

It's in Macbeth: "The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon." I seldom have occasion to pull it out, but it's ready and waiting!

Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been.

If the national mental illness of the United States is megalomania, that of Canada is paranoid schizophrenia.

Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.

Laughter may instruct but it may also conceal, defending the joker against anger and retaliation: a game is only a game.

A truth should exist, it should not be used like this. If I love you is that a fact or a weapon?