I had never confronted my parents with the true feelings I had for them, and I had certainly never expressed the depth of my feeling for my mother, being too selfish to try when I should have.

That sassy low classy, but dress real cheap-fly-n-fancy, with a chip on her shoulder -- she's just a bitterly wounded dove, wanting to be sieged by love.

Every word the right one and exactly where it should be. That's basically the highest compliment I can give.

It wasn't the aloneness that Liz minded. It was the silence. It echoed.

Her secret fear? Maybe she didn't tried hard enough.

Our selves are are rough and unrehearsed tales we tell the world.

The only animals I'm not comfortable with are parrots, but I'm learning as I go. I'm getting better and better at 'em. I really am.

Those who want to live, let them fight, and those who do not want to fight in this world of eternal struggle do not deserve to live.

For me, as much about being a parent as it is about being a child.

I'm so proud of how well Canada did at the Games here. It think we're going to do even better in 2010.

Whatever happened to preparations A through G?