Let me put it this way. Canada is not so much a country as a holding tank filled with the disgruntled progeny of defeated peoples.
Shame on you. Don't tell me you've been married for an hour and you've already got eyes for another woman.
I'm rambling again. Wandering off the point. But this is the true story of my wasted life...
Cripples are not the stuff of romance. Only Lord Byron, dragging his club foot, springs to mind as an exception to the rule, but such a failing in a man is regarded as interesting, even provocative, r...
Actually when it comes to knocking the Canadian cultural scene nobody outdoes Canadians myself included. We are veritable masters of self-deprecation.
I work every day-or at least I force myself into my office or room. I may get nothing done but you don't earn bonuses without putting in time. Nothing may come for three months but you don't earn th...
Listen your Lordship I'm a respecter of institutions. Even in Paris I remained a Canadian. I puffed hashish but I didn't inhale.
The process hasn't changed, but the writer has developed. I still get up every morning and go to work.
I work every day - or at least I force myself into office or room. I may get nothing done but you don't earn bonuses without putting in time. Nothing may come for three months but you don't earn the...
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.
Fundamentally all writing is about the same thing: it's about dying about the brief flicker of time we have here and the frustrations that it creates.
Wherever I travel I'm too late. The orgy has moved elsewhere.