“I’ve searched all the parks in all the cities and found no statues of committees.”

“Victoria Park looks like every other inner-city park in every other city in Canada; a large and handsome memorial to the war dead surrounded by a square block of hard-tracked grass and benches where people can sit and look at statues of politicians or at flower beds planted with petunias and marigolds, the cheap and the hardy, downtown survivors.”

“How were you able to see at once: a glass and an apple, a statue and a rifle, a woman and a cage? When you started to collect all you saw, you found yourself unable to sketch even a passing image. What was missing was a thread and perhaps more glass so that these would all coalesce in an enchanting image. You then knew that the glass was not a glass, nor the apple and apple, or the statue. . . You had to search for their secrets. Sleeping in the well of your eyes, in the light of the absent mirror, in the ray glistening on the side of your face.”

“I want to head up a committee to discuss how to properly head up committees. Our committee will sit at a round table and talk in circles all day long.”

“In all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable is each other.”

“We all say that we are in search of LOVE, first tell me where it cannot be found?”