Love was like a steamroller. There was no avoiding it; it went over you and you came out flat.

Everybody was going along thinking that it was a day like any other day, and bang, down went the Twin Towers. Changed everything. So you can't really predict the future, but you can say, "Boy, are those glaciers ever melting." You can measure that, and you can say, "When they're all melted there won't be any Athabasca River," and you can say, "What will happen to the oil sands then?" because you need a lot of water to make that oil. "Where's that going to come from?" You can say things like that.

Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.

Why does the mind do such things? Turn on us, rend us, dig the claws in. If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. Maybe it's much the same.

You aren't sick & unhappy only alive & stuck with it.

Don't wait until you're 'in the mood.' Get into the mood by writing.

He considers me also a little fragile because artistic. I need to be cared for, like a potted plant.