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"Canada was built on dead beavers."
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"What is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry?"
"Patriotism or Nationalism without reasoning is what I call "Nationalist Fundamentalism, which is as dangerous as "Religious Fundamentalism."
"Extreme nationalism objectifies and dehumanizes those from other countries."
"In the face of impossible odds, people who love this country can change it."
"I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff- box from an emperor."
"Abroad? Oh no. I went to England in '91, and you stood in the garden at Fontenay and berated me. He shook his head. "This is my nation. Here I stay. A man can't carry his country on the soles of his shoes."
"What is good for Germany is right, and everything that harms Germany is wrong."
"Nationalist pride, like other variants of pride, can be a substitute for self-respect."
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"For me the experience of writing is really an experience of losing control. I think it's very much like dreaming or like surfing. You go out there and wait for a wave, and when it comes it takes you somewhere and you don't know where it'll go."
"Her face is silting up, like a pond; layers are accumulating. Every once in a while, when she can afford the time, she spends a few days at a spa north of the city, drinking vegetable juice and having ultrasound treatments, in search of her original face, the one she knows is under there somewhere; she comes back feeling toned up and virtuous, and hungry."
"What I need is perspective. The illusion of depth, created by a frame, the arrangement of shapes on a flat surface. Perspective is necessary. Otherwise there are only two dimensions. Otherwise you live with your face squashed up against a wall, everything a huge foreground, of details, close-ups, hairs, the weave of the bedsheet, the molecules of the face. Your own skin like a map, a diagram of futility, criscrossed with tiny roads that lead nowhere. Otherwise you live in the moment. Which is not where I want to be."
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