To be loved, I think, is the thing that gets you up in the morning.
I will confess my partisanship. I love Montreal. It’s my favorite place in Canada. The people who live there are tough, crazy bastards, and I admire them for it. Toronto and Vancouver, I love you, but not like Montreal.
Two things define you. Your patience when you have nothing, and your attitude when you have everything..
Stop insisting on clearing your head — clear your fucking heart instead.
Everything I was I carry with me, everything I will be lies waiting on the road ahead.