As I recall, you promised to CALL when you finished the book, not text.

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.

Politics is so difficult, it's generally only people who aren't quite up to the task who feel convinced they are.

In a rough way the short story writer is to the novelist as a cabinetmaker is to a house carpenter.

When I got a tiny bit of success, I was petrified that I was going to lose it. I still feel it.

When our worries and fears just don't make sense, it's possible we are trusting the part of the brain that doesn't make sense... it just reacts.

I am sure everyone here has noticed a city where they felt at home, or a city that had “bad vibes.”

It is a certain rule that wit and passion are entirely incompatible. When the affections are moved, there is no place for the imagination.

Nobody ever told me what to read, or ever put poetry in my way

If we are to know God, we must read His words, for therein He stands revealed to the honest in heart.

Sociopaths are just like everybody else in that some of them are really brilliant, some of them are really stupid, and most of them are somewhere in between.

My day shall be filled to overflowing, yet shall I not haste the day; nor shall I waste the day.