...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...when I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells - I've never forgotten that moment...

...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum...

...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...

...the strands that connect us are frail, so don't hang great weights on slender wires...

...I see more pathology in others than I did ten years ago - the older I get, the more insane people seem...