Canada remains alienated from its allies, shut out of the reconstruction process to some degree, unable to influence events. There is no upside to the position Canada took.

As a religion, bilingualism is the god that failed. It has led to no fairness, produced no unity, and cost Canadian taxpayers untold millions.

There's going to be a new code on Parliament Hill: bend the rules, you will be punished; break the law, you will be charged; abuse the public trust, you will go to prison.

Carbon dioxide does not cause or contribute to smog, and the Kyoto treaty would do nothing to reduce or prevent smog.

I think people should elect a cat person. If you elect a dog person, you elect someone who wants to be loved. If you elect a cat person, you elect someone who wants to serve.

My own views on abortion, I'm not on either pole of that and neither of the interest groups on either end of this issue would probably be comfortable with my views.

But I'm very libertarian in the sense that I believe in small government and, as a general rule, I don't believe in imposing values upon people.

America, and particularly your conservative movement, is a light and an inspiration to people in this country and across the world.

You don't defend national sovereignty with flags, cheap election rhetoric, and advertising campaigns.

It's past time the feds scrapped the Canada Health Act.

There is no greater fraud than a promise not kept.

Truly I never thought of myself as writing legal thrillers, and I still don't think I do. I write stories about women.

Why are all these dolls falling out of the sky? Was there a father? Or have the planets cut holes in their nets and let our childhood out, or are we the dolls themselves, born but never fed?

If the traveler cannot find master or friend to go with him, let him travel alone rather than with a fool for company.

Custom, madam, is the law of fools, but it shall never govern me.

A lot of my wounds have healed. They have left scars, and I can either hide my scars, put a long sleeve shirt on, and cover them up. Or, I can show them off and say, "Yeah, it happened."

For so long I just let people surmise what they would about my life and my choices, and other people have written books and told tales.

I’m like the child who buries her head in the pillow so as not to see, the child who tells herself that light causes sadness—

I was stopped in the dense Soviet wood by bandits who called themselves my judges.

He never complicates a desire by overthinking it, unlike Mirabelle, who spins a cocoon around an idea until it is immobile.

The whole of creation, with all of its laws, is a revelation of God.