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

When I was 16, I started publishing all kinds of things in school magazines.

Time is compressed like the fist I close on my knee... I hold inside it the clues and solutions and the power for what I must do now.

I spent much of my childhood in northern Quebec, and often there was no radio, no television - there wasn't a lot to entertain us. When it rained, I stayed inside reading, writing, drawing.

We love each other, that’s true whatever it means, but we aren’t good at it; for some it’s a talent, for others only an addiction.

I'm the only person you've ever met who has read Longfellow.

Despite their cool poses they wear their cravings on the outside, like the suckers on a squid. They want it all.