The Thing About Delirium Is You Think

We Battled In Secret, Undeclared, And After A While I No Longer Fought Back Because I Never Won. The Only Defense Was Flight, Invisibility.

This Is The Middle Of My Life, I Think Of It As A Place, Like The Middle Of A River, The Middle Of A Bridge, Halfway Across, Halfway Over. I'm Supposed To Have Accumulated Things By Now: Possessions, Responsibilities, Achievements, Experience And Wisdom. I'm Supposed To Be A Person Of Substance.

Canada Was Built On Dead Beavers.

Once You Publish A Book, It Is Out Of Your Control. You Cannot Dictate How People Read It.

I Don't Want To Look At Something That Determines Me So Completely.