Quotes from Eden Robinson

This one's pretty good too," Crashpad said, holding up a boxed set. "These brothers hunt monsters and they drive around the country in this Impala and the tall one has demon blood but he—

Is this Enya?" "Grimes," Sarah said. "Sounds like Enya." "Whatever, Nickelback.

The neighbourhood was silent in the early morning, aside from the guy at the end of the street who played non-stop Slayer in his garage.

Mom." "What?" She was trying to help. In her own way, this was warm and fuzzy. "Thanks for supper." "It wasn't even on sale," she said. "I paid full price for that crap." "When someone pays retail, that's love," Jared said.

As I drove away, I felt deeply comforted knowing that magical things were still living in the world.

Okay, Buzzkill, this is a win. You celebrate wins. You don't shit on them.

Film crew shooting Supernatural near you tonight, Crashpad texted. Attaching map & bus routes. Take lots of pix.

You found the words for what we feel. We curse your enemies, Mavis Moody." "Oh. Well, then, um…" "May they rot in hell.

We hear the ocean in our dreams,' " Neeka said, " 'our cages of blood and bone sing her songs. Exiled on shore, our tongues caress the lost words we no longer understand, her language of salt and surging.'

Who told you this little gem? Chuck. Some random Chuck. There's a reliable-sounding source of information. He's a Wild Man of the Woods. You're taking advice from a sasquatch? You know they eat people, right? Chuck's a hugan. A what? Vegan, but with people. For fuck's sake, Jared. There's a difference between giving your power willingly and having power ripped from you. Did Chuck the fucking sasquatch tell you that? They don't like to be called sasquatches. You would drive a saint to murder.

For fuck's sake, Jared. There's a difference between giving your power willingly and having power ripped from you. Did Chuck the fucking sasquatch tell you that? They don't like to be called sasquatches. You would drive a saint to murder.

Jared felt as though he hadn't seen Kota in years. His cousin had neatened his haircut to better show his neck tattoo and wore strategically ripped jeans and a T-shirt that indicated how much workouts meant to him.

Gran, I love you," Sarah said, "but your blind adherence to the dominant culture's values makes me want to scream.

Jared couldn't follow the twists of this and didn't really care. "Do you mind if I hit the shower?

If you love someone, let them go. And if you have to point a gun at them to get them to talk to you, it's probably not meant to be.

Mave started screaming again, pointing to the ceiling as Bob drifted down and began running his tentacles all over the stump. "Holy crap," Hank said. "It's okay!" Wee'git said. "It's just a transdimensional being that's gotten stuck in the liminal space between our universe and his. Hers. Theirs. I'm not really an expert on octopus genders.

The Haisla named this point Obela. Not so long ago, the bay was lined with longhouses and canoes, totem poles and fishing gear. The reserve was once a winter village, a place to celebrate the sacred season, when memories passed in dance and song and stories from one generation to the next with great feasts called potlatches.

Initial excitement over the announcement that Enbridge was building a pipeline to Kitimat dampened considerably when people discovered that the number of permanent jobs for locals, in the end, would amount to some dock workers.

If I gave up writing, I'd have to find an equally obsessive way to fill my time. Yarn-bombing skyscrapers or making houses out of empty soda bottles.

While hereditary chiefs inhabit the apex of our traditional social systems, it would be a mistake to think they hold all the power. They aren't kings. They aren't dictators. They're answerable to their clans and their matriarchs. All decisions that affect our communities require lengthy, deliberate discussions and careful negotiation.

The First Nations Financial Transparency Act insulted the integrity of the very people in our communities who guide our economic policy and act as our mediators with provincial and federal governments.

Once your writing is out there, you can't control how other people perceive it. All you can do is stand in your truth.

Where I come from, people will spit at you if they think you support Enbridge.

The main reserve of the Haisla Nation hugs the northwest coast of British Columbia, about 500 miles north of Vancouver. The government docks sprawl on the south end of the reserve, nestled in a bay. As children, we swam at the docks and ran to the nearby point to pick blueberries and huckleberries when we were hungry so we wouldn't have to go home.