I broke my nose and got a concussion when I was 13.

I may not have gone to high school every day, but I spent whole a lot of my adolescence feeling vulnerable and confused and alone... just like everybody else.

Since I was 15 I've felt kinda like... an old man.

Michael Cera was born in Canada in 1988 at the tender age of zero.

If someone wants to be a part of your life, they’ll be there. So don’t bother saving a spot for someone who won’t make an effort to stay.

It's so easy to get caught up in your own self-doubt when you're writing. It can be so easy to tell yourself, "Who am I kidding?"

Most of the 16-year-olds I know are snotty brats that I wish I didn't know.

I worry more about something that isn't working rather than something that feels really good. You forget about the good stuff.

I could not work for a long time. I don't spend very much money. Basically I spend money on food and DVDs.

I'm not stereotypically Canadian. I don't really follow hockey. I don't feel like anything other than myself, basically.

I like to write. I like to do that when I'm not working so I don't go totally crazy, and so I feel like I'm still doing something constructive.

Any belief which encourages you to use your own intellect, which motivates you to question everything and points out your own mind as the only road for your salvation is a good belief!

When you think yourself as nothing, Then something important will begin

In this age of fiberglass, I'm searching for a gem.

There are decades in the making of the one man of renown; Multitudes that go unnoticed who must wreathe for him a crown.

In general, I'm always interested in characters who have kind of extreme aspects to them, who are in some ways larger than typical people.

Hope is like a path in the countryside. Originally, there is nothing - but as people walk this way again and again, a path appears.

The liberal says the end of religion is to make man happy while he's alive. And the fundamentalist says the end of religion is to make man happy when he dies.

Literature is born when something in life goes slightly adrift.

Forgiveness is praised by the Christian and the Vaishnava, but for me, I ask, "What have I to forgive and whom?"

Some poets marry a language; some have affairs with it; some treat it as a parent, some as a child, some as an equal, or as a friend.