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!

Knowing too much about other people puts you in their power, they have a claim on you, you are forced to understand their reasons for doing things and then you are weakened.

Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations.

This above all, to refuse to be a victim.

It is my contention that the process of reading is part of the process of writing, the necessary completion without which writing can hardly be said to exist.

I doubt that Canada will be seen forever on the international stage as Mr/s Boring Niceperson, as has been the habit.

Myths can't be translated as they did in their ancient soil. We can only find our own meaning in our own time.