I don't believe you can contain ideas by military force.

The past is to be respected and acknowledged, but not to be worshipped. It is our future in which we will find our greatness.

If Canada is to survive, it can only survive in mutual respect and in love for one another.

Our hopes are high. Our faith in the people is great. Our courage is strong. And our dreams for this beautiful country will never die.

The state has no business in the bedrooms of the nation.

You just cannot cut a country in two any more than you can cut a human being in two. If you do, you do not have two human beings; you have a corpse.

I've been called worse things by better people.

Let us overthrow the totems, break the taboos. Or better, let us consider them cancelled. Coldly, let us be intelligent.

I will use all my strength to bring about a just society to a nation living in a tough world.

Well, I am trying to put Quebec in its place - and the place of Quebec is in Canada, nowhere else.

Canada is a country whose main exports are hockey players and cold fronts. Our main imports are baseball players and acid rain.

You want a great life? Well, greatness is on the other side of that fu**ing wall... don't just go over it, go through it! What are you waiting for?

If I could write rock & roll songs on purpose, I'd do it all the time. But most of what I write comes out slow and sad because that's most of what I listen to.

My first professional acting job was in 'Hair' during the Vietnam War. So I think I've always been drawn to projects with a social conscience.

Hell hath no fury like a hustler with a literary agent.

Enough experience will make you wise.

The danger of having too close deadlines... It could lead you to just accept an avenue that's not quite good enough.

The lunch in a normal American restaurant is very problematic for me. I don't like to have hot food for lunch.

Imagine what I would have done with my fire-breathing fists.

There's so much spectating going on that a lot of us never get around to living.

Our lives are but specks of dust falling through the fingers of time. Like sands of the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.