Somehow I think that if Toronto had been forced to wait a decade [from 80th], it would be a better looking city.

I find it interesting to see people - mostly people who are younger than I am - going to considerable trouble to try to reproduce things from an era that was far more physical, from a less virtual day. That fascinates me, because it seems to be symbolic of something going on in the culture itself, and I also have a sort of innate admiration for the stubbornness it requires to actually make those things physically. It's become incredibly difficult. In North America, we've largely forgotten how to do it.

There must be some Tommy Hilfiger event horizon, beyond which it is impossible to be more derivative, more removed from the source, more devoid of soul.

It doesn't matter how fast your modem is if you're being shelled by ethnic separatists.

Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts.

Secrets...are the very root of cool.

I'm happiest with people who've gotten furthest from traditional ideas of nationalism.