The revolution eats its own. Capitalism re-creates itself.

Actually, when it comes to knocking the Canadian cultural scene, nobody outdoes Canadians, myself included. We are veritable masters of self-deprecation.

Mr. Bernard died on a Monday, at the age of seventy-five, his body wasted. He lay in state for two days in the lobby of the Bernard Gursky Tower and, as he failed to rise on the third, he was duly buried.

And furthermore did you know that behind the discovery of America there was a Jewish financier?

Each man creates god in his own image.

It is no more expected of most producers to read a book than it is, say, of Ted Williams to dust off home plate.

I had, like any other young novelist, started out by believing the difficult thing was to get published and that, once you managed that, well, your financial problems were over. I discovered, like any other serious novelist, that actually they had only just begun.