canada

The Canadian is often a baffled man because he feels different from his British kindred and his American neighbours sharply refused to be lumped together with either of them yet cannot make plain his difference.

'Rich by nature poor by policy' might be written over Canada's door.

Canada is like an old cow. The West feeds it. Ontario and Quebec milk it. And you can well imagine what it's doing in the Maritimes.

In Canada we have enough to do keeping up with two spoken languages ... so we just go right ahead and use English for literature Scotch for sermons and American for conversation.

Canada's national bird is the grouse.

We sing about the North but live as far south as possible.

Canadians are generally indistinguishable from Americans and the surest way of telling the two apart is to make the observation to a Canadian.

Of course Canadians are different. There is no malice in us. We are the family doctor whom no one has called in for consultation. We are the children of the midday who see all in the clear shallow light.

Toronto has no social classes - only the Masseys and the masses.

If you want to go foraging into the wilds of Canada without proper gear, you deserve what you get, even if that happens to include being attacked by an undead moose.

The zombies were like Canadians, in that they looked enough like real people at first, to fool you.

For more than a century-and-a-half, Europeans had been killing North American Indians with firewater_ Now, in the first decades of the nineteenth century, Canada__ pioneer settlers were killing themselves with their own medicine. About Canada. Toronto: Civil Sector Press, November, 2012. Alcohol, North American Indians, Settlers, Canada

How is it that everyone on this train has so much alcohol?""We always head to Canada at the beginning of the season," she says taking her seat again. "Their laws are much more civilized. Cheers.

I was always moved when mean people were suddenly nice to me. It was a weakness that would lead me into some bad relationships later in life.

What are these guys?" He whispered"Canadians," Percy said. Frank leaned away from him. "Excuse me?""Uh, no offense," Percy said. "That's what Annabeth called them when I fought them before. She said they live in the north, in Canada.""Yeah, well," Frank grumbled, "we're in Canada. I'm Canadian. But I've never seen those things before.

Deep silence fell about the little camp, planted there so audaciously in the jaws of the wilderness. The lake gleamed like a sheet of black glass beneath the stars. The cold air pricked. In the draughts of night that poured their silent tide from the depths of the forest, with messages from distant ridges and from lakes just beginning to freeze, there lay already the faint, bleak odors of coming winter.("The Wendigo")

To survive the Canadian winter, one needs a body of brass, eyes of glass, and blood made of brandy.

Real Canada is where people wear sweaters for survival, not style.