Quotes About Quebec

I always worked mostly in Quebec. I never thought of the States, somehow. I don't know - I don't have blue eyes or blond hair. I thought I didn't fit with the stereotype of America.

We lived in Northern Quebec, and the nearest school was thirty miles away, so my mother took on the task of home schooling me. She spoke to some friends, received some instructions from the provincial school board, and found some interesting books that perhaps I might find useful.

So my thing is we want come in and diffuse anything that's not real, anything that doesn't associate with real hip-hop. We want to be the one that says, 'Yo, we want to help build and build a bigger and better industry.' I'm just like, 'Yo, with talent from Toronto, Vancouver, Quebec. Who's paying attention?'

Our partnership with Quebec plays an important role in our work to grow Vermont's economy, retain and attract businesses to Vermont, and help workers and businesses thrive.

I studied as an actor at the theatre conservatoire in Quebec, but by the time I got to my third year, I was more interested in directing. There's more to it than helping actors get round a stage: it's a wonderful way of telling stories.

My victory is your victory. My victory is the victory of a unified party, a party that wants to propose to the Quebec people a country that is free and a country that is independent.

Political professionals on all sides of the Ottawa aisle understand the same basic fact: given the electoral realities in this country, there is no path to victory without the support of urban centres and/or Quebec.

autour de nous des étrangers sont venus, qu'il nous plaît d'appeler des barbares ; ils ont pris presque tout le pouvoir ; ils ont acquis presque tout l'argent ; mais au pays de Québec rien n'a changé. Rien ne changera, parce que nous sommes un témoignage. De nous-mêmes et de nos destinées, nous n'avons compris clairement que ce devoir-là : persister... nous maintenir... et nous nous sommes maintenus, peut-être afin que dans plusieurs siècles encore le

Peut-être les Chapdelaine pensaient-ils à cela et chacun à sa manière ; le père avec l'optimisme invincible d'un homme qui se sait fort et se croit sage ; la mère avec un regret résigné ; et les autres, les jeunes, d'une façon plus vague et sans amertume (...) Maria Chapdelaine, Louis Hémon, éd. Gallimard, coll. littérature québéquoise, p. 40

Books were everywhere in their large apartment. Histories, biographies, novels, studies on Quebec antiques, poetry. Placed in orderly bookcases. Just about every table had at least one book on it, and oftern several magazines. And the weekend newspapers were scattered on the coffee table in the living room, in front of the fireplace. If a visitor was the observant type, and made it further into the apartment to Gamache's study, he might see the story the books in there told.

He walked over the arched stone bridge, enjoying the silence of the village. Snow did that. It laid down a simple, clean duvet that muffled all sound and kept everything beneath alive. Farmers and gardeners in Quebec wished for two things in winter: lots of snow and continuous cold. An early thaw was a disaster. It tricked the young and vulnerable into exposing themselves, only to be nipped in the root. A killing frost.

April in Québec was a climatological shitstorm. A mindfuck of epic proportions.

Around them the other residents of Quebec City were waking up. Coming out into the tender morning light to shovel, to scrape the snow from their cars, to walk to the boulangerie for their morning baguette and café.

I'm Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, head of homicide for the Sûreté du Québec." "Voyons," he heard a loud whisper, "I told you it was him." A scattering of "Holy shit" was also heard.

they were originally made from the metal remains of the first Québec Bridge. It collapsed in 1907, killing eighty-six workers. It was a catastrophic failure of engineering. The rings were made to remind engineers of that disaster, and the consequences of what they, what we, do.

In old Quebec City, "magnificent" wasn't measured in square feet, but in details.

Armand Gamache looked across to the deep green midsummer forest and the mountains that rolled into eternity. Then his eyes dropped to the village in the valley below them, as though held in the palm of an ancient hand. A stigmata in the Québec countryside. Not a wound, but a wonder.

We have to redesign the finances of the Quebec state to preserve what counts: education, health and families.

The Aboriginal opportunity today is the equivalent of the Quebec issue in the 1960s and 70s. As with the francophones of that era, so the Aboriginals today are ready for a struggle to right the wrongs. And a growing number of non-Aboriginal Canadians are with them.

Quebec from the boat looked like the ramparts where Hamlet's ghost might have walked.

I'm writing a political comedy that takes place in Canada in Quebec. It's funny. Saying political comedy is a little redundant but it's a first. I've never done any comedy per se.