We are only allowed to livedue to some colossal misunderstanding.

As long as I live, I will always remember those wee children standing at the railing on that ship.' - John Hanlon, the sailor.

No I didn't spell that wrong it's just the Canadian version.

The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars.

Heaven is freakin' not ready for me!' - seven-time cancer survivor Dionne Warner in Never Leave Your Wingman.

Strange, how in all those apocalyptic movies, when their society breaks down into lawlessness and anarchy, Canada is always the haven of safety, the place people want to escape to.

You know, Dorothy, you can’t let people bring you down so easily or you’ll have your nose in the dirt for the rest of your life. From what I make of it, for every person with a good thought, there are about fifty who’d try to spoil it. We have to guard our good ideas, our happy thoughts, and fight for them. Because if we let those others snuff them out, well, we didn’t after all deserve them.

The zombies were like Canadians, in that they looked enough like real people at first, to fool you.

Novels and gardens,' she says. 'I like to move from plot to plot.

The lonely, wistful revisionism of memories is as gratingly repetitive as snow and ice in Canada. I avoid them both at all costs - memories and Canada.