And so that is the question I leave you with in this final: What is your cause for hope?

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.

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

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.

Can you become a man without becoming your father?

Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.

Look, when you are starting to put something together, you want the pudding to come out good. You're trying to put in the right ingredients.

Writing down everything I eat makes such a difference, because you never realize how much you're consuming unless you read it later in the day.

It is unfair to blame man too fiercely for being pugnacious; he learned the habit from Nature.

I wish I was a little more gregarious and outgoing

In order to crash the party and be a clown with your own skit, you had to be there for quite a while.

I'm ready to forgive him for the desire to be a king, but not for wanting to have 23 million court jesters.

The sign of a great player is not how much he scores, but how much he lifts his teammates performance

nothing good ever comes out of denying the truth about our situation.