Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.

I can't live for more than four years outside of Canada. I'm Canadian, so ultimately that is my reference point.

Was it the forgetfulness of old age or personal incapacity that made the man able to say please but not thank you?

If you don't have dreams, how do you maneuver reality? Where do you get the ideas to change reality if not from dreams?

We believe what we see.’...What do you do when you’re in the dark?

To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.

I love Canada. Its a wonderful political act of faith that exists atop a breathtakingly beautiful land.