We are all shaped by where we grow up, though that shaping takes different forms. I don't think there's any doubt that coming of age in Winnipeg both opened my eyes and made me hungry - if I can subvert all claims to be a real writer by mixing metaphors l

How did I picture the life after the grave? I fairly bawled out at him: "A life in which I can remember this life on earth. That's all I want of it.

When you surround an army, leave an outlet free. Do not press a desperate foe too hard.

Sometimes when you have everything you can't really tell what matters.

If you don't get everything you want, think of the things you don't get that you don't want.

Misadventure will always cause someone to be pissed off at you, because they don't know what degree you're willing to go to to satisfy your need for misadventure.

Retirement at sixty-five is ridiculous. When I was sixty-five I still had pimples.

After a tragic incident you never remain the same. You pick up the pieces and emerge as a stronger, better version of yourself.

My own sense is that the acquisition of self knowledge has been made difficult by the modern world. More and more human beings live in vast urban environments, surrounded by other human beings and the creations of human beings. The natural world, the trad

That idea of peace and love toward humanity shouldn't be nationalistic or denominational. It should be a chief concern for all mankind.

WIDE, the margin between carte blanche and the white page. Nevertheless it is not in the margin that you can find me, but in the yet whiter one that separates the word-strewn sheet from the transparent, the written page from the one to be written in the i

Because...because...she came here with me.