He had that faint sick look in his eyes, as if he wanted to give her something, charity for instance. - Margaret Atwood

A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.

After a year or two of keeping my head down and trying to pass myself off as a normal person, I made contact with the five other people at my university who were interested in writing; and through them, and some of my teachers, I discovered that there was a whole subterranean Wonderland of Canadian writing that was going on just out of general earshot and sight

I read for pleasure and that is the moment I learn the most.