No more photos. Surely there are enough. No more shadows of myself thrown by light onto pieces of paper, onto squares of plastic. No more of my eyes, mouths, noses, moods, bad angles. No more yawns, teeth, wrinkles. I suffer from my own multiplicity. Two or three images would have been enough, or four, or five. That would have allowed for a firm idea: This is she. As it is, I'm watery, I ripple, from moment to moment I dissolve into my other selves. Turn the page: you, looking, are newly confused. You know me too well to know me. Or not too well: too much.

The proper study of Mankind is Everything.

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

You can forget who you are if you're alone too much.

Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.

Writers and books are cheap dates, especially when you compare the cost of a book with a ticket to the opera - or an NHL game.

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.