Amsterdam is like the rings of a tree: It gets older as you get closer to the center.

Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.

I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater.

...And in freedom, most people find sin.

So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

A taste so profound and complex that it can't even be compared to other tastes, only to emotions. Cheesy waffles, I was thinking, tastes like love without the fear of love's dissolution.

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.

I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war

It seems like the richer you are, the more chance you have of paying less tax.

Everyone has their own path and you cant judge.

Emotionality is really easy for me. My father always said that Fondas can cry at a good steak.

The single most effective way to get rid of rumor and speculation is to be transparent.

Our life is made up of time, and time is a gift from God, so it is important that it be used in good and fruitful actions.

I kind of took inspiration from my time in Paris. That was kind of the real time when I discovered European fashion. It's stuck with me since University.

With prose you can incorporate more details, develop scenes, sustain the tension in a special way. Prose has its own speed.

When you get up, the night and day is a contradiction. But you get up at 4 a.m. — that first blush of blue is where the night and day are trying to find harmony with each other.

I'll always be chasing you... Glory.

You make kingdoms and castles on your own.