Wherever I travel I'm too late. The orgy has moved elsewhere.

If you caricature friends in your first novel they will be upset, but if you don't they will feel betrayed.

A boy can be two, three, four potential people, but a man is only one. He murders the others.

There are three sides to every argument. Yours. The other guy's. And the right side.

Nothing is absolute any longer. There is a choice of beliefs and a choice of truths to go with them. If you choose not to choose then there is no truth at all. There are only points of view.

There are ten commandments, right? Well, it's like an exam. You get eight out of ten, you're just about top of the class.

I'm criticized by the feminists, by the Jewish establishment, by Canadian nationalists. And why not? I've had my pot shots at them. I'm fair game.

Beauty, like male ballet dancers, makes some men afraid.

Each man creates god in his own image.

Edmonton is not the end of the world but you can certainly see it from there.

Fundamentally, all writing is about the same thing; it's about dying, about the brief flicker of time we have here, and the frustration that it creates.

You're like a fish. You want to evolve, to climb onto the land, but the ocean won't let go of you so easily. The currents of your past would sooner destroy you than let you go free.

You can be beautiful and young even as you get older. Keep an active life.

We only get what we can deal with."The real voyage of discovery consists...in seeing with new eyes

Change the fabric of your own soul and your own visions and you change all.

The essence of man is not what he is, but in what he is able to be.

For what is the best choice for each individual is the highest it is possible for him to achieve.

You need to say and do the right things and good things happen to good people.

To be a great offensive rebounder, you have to think like a defensive rebounder and battle for position while also being in the flow of your offense. And then it's just being determined.

I'm close to six feet, I like to think.

Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!