As lives go, I'll take the quietly desperate over the radically bipolar.

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.

That's the most important thing. If I keep reading, maybe I can hold my own.

When you learn to talk people up, you will never talk yourself down.

Never impose your language on people you wish to reach.

I am quite loud and bolshie. I'm a big personality. I walk into a room, big and tall and loud.

I grew up in a Navy family.

I'm bad at letting go of things.

I never wanted to do away with my intensity because I felt it was a gift that helped put fuel in my engine, giving me exceptional drive and energy.

We all have our dreams.

Romances in general are calculated rather to fire the imagination, than to inform the judgment.

I jog at the Rose Bowl, and I collect antique and vintage furniture, so I'm there every few weeks for the flea market.