“We're saying that Germany wants to destroy us. And right now in Germany a whole lot of good quiet people like us, no worse than we are, they're getting whipped into a frenzy by the same story. They're being told the others are penning them into a country that's too small, and don't want to let them live. On one side or the other somebody's being sold a bill of goods. Maybe the Germans are wrong. We don't know. All I know is, I don't want to go killing some guy that never did me any harm, and who hasn't the choice but to do what he's told. I've got nothing against that poor guy. Why should I go and stick a bayonet into him? He wants to live, just like I do. He doesn't want to die.”
“My great hope would be that Quebec would realize itself fully as a distinct part of Canada, and stay Canadian, bringing to Canada a part of its richness.”
Gabrielle Roy
“Could we ever know each other in the slightest without the arts?”
Gabrielle Roy
“Florentine... Florentine Lacasse... half song, half squalor, half springtime, half misery,the young man murmured.”
Gabrielle Roy
“She too was standing in the lamp’s raw light. Her cheeks looked hollow, her lips too red, too bold.”
Gabrielle Roy
“But Florentine was still riding the crest of her great wave...When it lifted her high she had to hold her breath. How could she ever again be bothered by these petty everyday cares? Would she ever aga...”
Gabrielle Roy