It’s very important to write things down instantly, or you can lose the way you were thinking out a line. I have a rule that if I wake up at 3 in the morning and think of something, I write it down.
Since the summer days of my Canadian childhood, I have loved to canoe across the dark mirror of northern lakes, paddling with an inside flick of the blade, leaving a trail of twisting whirlpools in my wake.
It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe – you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
Forgive me if I sleep until I wake up.
Vain hopes are like certain dreams of those who wake.
Blunders, no, only friendship binds us to honesty – attracting crypts of mushrooms in the wake of our snowboards.
They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.
That’s the biggest gift I can give anybody: ‘Wake up, be aware of who you are, what you’re doing and what you can do to prevent yourself from becoming ill.’
I wake up with a sense of wonder. I don’t dread the future. I like it.
There is no truth without responsibility following in its wake.