I'm intrigued by the classic Greek tragedies, as well as by the idea of the Greek chorus.

The history needs to serve the story, not the story the history. But at the same time you can't stray too far.

People will say that Canada, unlike America, was not birthed from violence. But I want to say, "What are you talking about?" It's just not true.

There's the concept that dreams are as important - if not more important - than reality. The attention that one pays to those things in the shadows is very much a part of the Indian experience.

America seems to celebrate its more violent past, but Canada doesn't like to recognize those things. The willingness to accept the existence of violence separates our two countries.

Sometimes, it's not getting what we want that offers us the most important Lessons

I never want to play down to the reader. I think readers are willing to go along if they're intrigued.

The beliefs of Native people are no less powerful or important just because they focus on a different "form of magic."

We aren't the masters of the earth. We're the servants.

I'm fascinated by the magic realism used by many writers. I think it goes hand-in-hand with the Indian experience. It's a very different way of viewing the world.

I believe truly that Canada is a living history and we're going through some of the most important time in this country's short 150 years.

Sheesh two-legs. You keep screechin' like that, you mind's well tell all 'em Banshee "I'm here, eat me - I bring salt

Japanese had never seen a Western-style circus, and most of them had probably never seen foreigners, either.

I thought I might be a band instructor, someone who plays all the instruments and teaches others.

Cold - cold as truth, cold as life. No, nothing can be as cold as life.

Ride the air In whirlwind.

Art should cause violence to be set aside and it is only art that can accomplish this.

If you expect the worst from people, that's exactly what you'll get.

The gates made of light swing open. You see in.

It was the in-between time, before day leaves and night comes, a time I’ve never been partial to because of the sadness that lingers in the space between going and coming.

Just because you can't see something, doesn't mean it's not there.