I’m happy being Canadian and I’m proud of where I come from. So I’ll keep my passport.
My upbringing in Canada made me the person I am. I will always be proud to be a Canadian.
People are amazed that I’m Canadian and I don’t have this crazy accent.
Canadian writers don’t live in gated mansions; you can just talk to them when you see them lining up at the Second Cup.
In 1938, when I had decided that the only way to see the country was in a trailer, and I built the trailer which I still have and lived in it for eighteen months, and learned America from San Diego to the Canadian border, from Miami to New Jersey, and east to west in between.
I am actually a huge supporter of the Canadian athletes, and they are all really nice people.
I’m a Canadian citizen. But I always want to feel at home in Sri Lanka. I’m a member of both countries.
You cannot name a Canadian prime minister who has done as many significant things as I did, because there are none.
I’m a Canadian. Outside Canada I carry the flag. Canadian nationalism isn’t as insidious as American nationalism, though. It’s good natured. It’s all about maple syrup, not war.
While people might talk about the divisions in this country, what I’ve seen is that across this country, we share so much in common, we share so many values, we want to take care of one another – that’s what it means to be Canadian.
Remotely operated aircraft have been on the Canadian Forces’ wish list since the 1990s. Trials of a variety of drone prototypes began at the Canadian Forces Experimentation Centre in 2002.
If you tell Canadians that you want to interview them for a critical piece on the Canadian healthcare system, they’ll put on their best trophy-wife smile for the camera and list its many accolades. Catch them on a day with their guard down in need of actual care, however, and the truth comes out.
