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He's a Canadian. I've not much more to say about him." "Isn't he a tall, fit, strapping fellow? A handsome guy, a good-looker with fair hair down to his shoulders?" "Yes," Camille said wairly. "How do you know that as well." "All Canadians are like that. Isn't that so?
THE KING IN THE NORTH!
Nincompoops. (Quincy,
I'm very happy that John Tory won. We need a mayor of Toronto that will work with the municipalities of the Greater Toronto Area. We are the economic engine of Canada and we're not operating on all cylinders by any means.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the 2008 Canadian CEO of the year, Frank DAngelo.
I am honoured to have the opportunity to follow in the footsteps of my esteemed colleague and fellow poet Mr. Dennis Lee, it will be with pride and passion that I carry forward the mandate of the Poet Laureate position for the City of Toronto and its residents.
Ulick Norman Owen.
He lives at Balbec? crooned the Baron in a tone so far from interrogatory that it is regrettable that the written language does not possess a sign other than the question mark to end such apparently unquestioning remarks. It is true that such a sign would be of little use except to M. de Charlus.
Ipecac syrup of happiness. There Lowell would be. With Harlow.
My name's Sean, Jem. I'm Sean.
Hello, Miss Mackay. It's been a while, hasn't it? But then, a man never knows quite when he'll run into you, eh, Kiernan?
Once I saw Desjardins' house, I hated him even more. It was a huge mansion on the other side of the Tuileries, on the rue des Pyramids.
"Pyramids Road?" Sadie said. "Obvious, much?"
"Maybe he couldn't find a place on Stupid Evil Magician Street," I suggested.
I do not think of him as Lord Ian Mackenzie, aristocratic brother of a duke and well beyond my reach; not as the Mad Mackenzie, an eccentric people stare at and whisper about.
To me, he is simply Ian.
The winds of change are blowing across Ontario.
Dallas Green is basically Canadian royalty.
pocket. "Tanner," Nathaniel
The mighty voice of Canada will ever call to me.
Robert Rotenberg does for Toronto what Ian Rankin does for Edinburgh.
Clay Blaisdell Western
John D. MacDonald is by any standards a better writer than Saul Bellow, only MacDonald writes thrillers and Bellow is a human-heart chap, so guess who wears the top-grade laurels?
Up the well known creek
Jacin. The name brought sunshine and blood and kisses and growls rising to Winter's skin.
after we moved up North. "Who's
CALUMNUS, n. A graduate of the School for Scandal.
Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except, I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all.
You cannot name a Canadian prime minister who has done as many significant things as I did, because there are none.
It's Canada Day." "So?" "So, I'm in Canada." "Why?" "Because it's Canada Day! Come on, Garrett!" Zane
it's time for us to go and face ISL once more and that meant interrogation from our new governor Silmois what fun. The fact we where back in ISL again made my stomach turn
In a government like ours, the Crown is the abiding and unshakable element in government; politicians may come and go, but the Crown remains and certain aspects of our system pertain to it which are not dependent on any political party. In this sense, the Crown is the consecrated spirit of Canada.
I'm proud to be on the CBC and to see the management here represents both sides of every story. This is what's unique about the new CBC: you get a Kevin O'Leary on it when five years ago you wouldn't.
So all we know about Hugh MacLean is that his financial situation is unclear, he has an unknown number of illegitimate children, and the family curse is true. I've caught quiet a prize!
JEAN
I need him like the axe needs the turkey.
HARRINGTON
Don't be vulgar, Jean. Let us be crooked, but never common.
My life was in Montreal years ago. Best food in the world.
How in the world did I ever find you?"
Mackenzie Winters
"Math class."
Brandon Knight
on the outskirts of Johnson
Long live Montreal, Long live Quebec! Long live Free Quebec!
HALE, with a tasty love of intellectual pursuit
Stuart Davises he
Ralph Waldo Pickle Chips! I don't know him.
Welcome back, Jem.
My real name's McGill. The Jew thing I just do for the homeboys. They all want a pipe-hitting member of the tribe, so to speak.
Pierre Trudeau was too much of a professional politician to be described as a good man, nor, it can be argued despite much pubilicity to the contrary, was he a particularly clever or even wise one. But he was a great man, perhaps the gratest Canada has produced in this century.
Kent Abbott is in the on-deck circuit.
In the yard of the inn, Daffy Cadwaladyr introduced himself. "Short for Davyd," he said pleasantly.
The Londoner looked as if she'd never heard a sillier name in her life.
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
Harper: You, the one part of
the real world I wasn't allergic to.
Starting on February 1, 2010, and running through until May 30, I will be Toronto Public Library's Writer in Residence, working out of the Merril Collection of Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Speculation at the Lillian H. Smith branch at College and Spadina.
Behold Akar Kessell, the Tyrant of Icewind Dale!" he cried. "People of Ten-Towns, your master has come!" "Your words are a bit premature - " Cassius began, but Kessell cut him short with a frenzied scream. "Never interrupt me!" the wizard shouted,
Whose house is that, Constable?
alter kocker like me. Street-word is Hal hired Coral
You're about to meet the business end of my shotgun, comin' on McKay land and insulting me and mine.
I am. You sound hungover."
"It's Canada Day."
"So?"
"So, I'm in Canada."
"Why?"
"Because it's Canada Day! Come on, Garrett!"
Zane snorted.
Reunited with strawberry, raspberry and blueberry, I am berry, berry happy to be back working with JELL-O.
Albert tin. Why're
Markham," I tell him. "Ky Markham." Because that's the name she knows me by. That's my real name now.
Fenwick, sitting down to
meinstein n. My son, the genius.
It's nonstop Ben Harper in my apartment.
Brodie Bruce:
You're gonna listen to me? To something I said!? Jesus, man, haven't I made it abundantly clear during the tenure of our friendship that I don't know shit? I mean half the time I'm just talking out of my ass ... or sticking my hand in it.
On a craggy bluff above the majestic Ottawa River stands the remarkable embodiment of our system of governance: Parliament.
When I think of Canada I think of tonic water.
between Scylla and Charybdis,
It has been the greatest privilege of my adult and public life to have served, for 32 years, as the Member of Parliament for our local Highlands and Islands communities.
Harold?' 'Poor man, I suppose
Tobias Eaton is a powerful name.
Major MacDonald," he replied, with
There was Arctic John, a businessman from Salisbury who doesn't hold water, Bruce Knott, a social worker from Cumberland who spends his lunch hour picking his bum, and Judith Glycerine, the reformation pig.
Colonel Hugh Pickering - Well, I'm dashed!
Jem?" he said. 'It is you, James?'
'Who else?' Jem's voice.
Detroit is a great deli city. If only GM could learn from what the delis in Detroit are doing! The best rye bread anywhere - double-baked, crispy, warm rye that they serve their sandwiches with - and great corned beef. It's a passionate deli town.
AT THE SOUND of the bell, Sir John forgot all ills. "Squire Shallow," he shouted merrily, "the lunch bell calls. Come along and don't forget to bring the bottle of sack. We shall share a celebratory glass over the wizard's hide. High Ho! Off to R-O-O-O-ASTING a wizard we must go!
Edward Crowe came out from the glacier on the north
I made a commitment ... both to myself and to some supporters to carefully consider a run for the Liberal leadership for the Liberal Party of Canada.
Mia Thermopolis, 1005 Thompson Street, #4A
Macaulay is well for awhile, but one wouldn't live under Niagara.
What did the letter O say to Q? Dude, your dikk is hanging out.
If Rob Ford decided he wanted to run for the Liberal Party in 2015, we'd say, 'No, sorry, the way you approach things, the way you govern, the way you behave is not suitable to the kind of Liberal team we want to build.'
Katniss the mockingjay
Get a spoonful of this, motherfuckers. Harper
Tough, and square-jawed, J.C. is a cold-blooded killer. Or so he claims. I think it means he likes to murder amphibians.
Reece, the jerk, appeared unperturbed. He raised a big hand and waved. Hi, folks. My name is Reece Peterson. I'm a wolf from the Pelly River pack in the North West Territories. I work as an ice road trucker and in my spare time I like to camp, ski and, more recently, drive Teddy nuts.
James's MoneyPower Group in Mississauga, Ont.
Hear my wife speak of John Lewis and you might picture a stately pleasure dome of ornamental cascades and hanging gardens, staffed by muscular Centaurs who know all there is to know about kitchenware and soft furnishings. But really it's just a big hall full of wanky chrome fridges.
your uncle Geoffrey.
of the palace to inform me that Lady Margaret
Casey Lomonaco, KPA CTP, May/June 2010
I wish to speak with Mr. Pembrooke, if
If this was Harry Potter, he'd definitely be in Slytherin
Accept me or kill me MacKayla. But choose. Fucking Choose.
Oh, Tocqueville, you're the man.
Danzhol. The one with the marriage proposal and the objections to the town charter in central Monsea. "Bacon," Bitterblue muttered. "Bacon!" she repeated, then carefully made her way up the spiral stairs.
I was born in Sarnia, Ontario; a small town, it's where oil was pretty much discovered in North America.
What would Jeeves do that for?"
"It struck me as rummy, too." ...
"I mean to say, it's nothing to Jeeves what sort of a face you have!"
"No!" said Cyril. He spoke a little coldly, I fancied. I don't know why. "Well, I'll be popping. Toodle-oo!
There are few, if any, Canadian men that have never spelled their name in a snow bank.
Mr S. got angry.
'Yes, I do have a son. He's a good-for-nothing. A dead loss.'
I couldn't ask which prison he was in, so I put it more tactfully: 'What is he doing?'
He sighed deeply: 'He's a professor of mathematics at London University.
I won't miss him. Maybe the West Edmonton Mall will miss him, but not me.
I hunt in the refrigerator and find some maple syrup.
Professor Branestawm
Canada - they won't like me saying this, but it's really like it's a part of Michigan, that area.
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the