We are not content to pass away entirely from the scenes of our delight; we would leave, if but in gratitude, a pillar and a legend.

As soon as you set foot on a yacht you belong to some man, not to yourself, and you die of boredom.

Hockey captures the essence of Canadian experience in the New World. In a land so inescapably and inhospitably cold, hockey is the chance of life, and an affirmation that despite the deathly chill of winter we are alive.

The world of the terminally ill is the world of neither the living nor the dead. I have watched others since I watched my father, and always with a sense of their strangeness. They sit and speak, and are spoken to, and listen, and even smile, but in spirit they have already moved away from us and there is no way we can enter their shadowy no-man’s-land.

So many years of preparation, for what was called adult life: was it for this?

My life will be the best illustration of all my work.