Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul than a sighted person ever could.

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.

I was a veritable Johnny Appleseed of grand expectations, and all I reaped for my trouble was a harvest of bitter fruit.

I'm as much a victim of the romantic myth of 'getting away' as anyone else. My head tells me it's myth, but I don't want to believe it is.

Life is given only once, and one wants to live it boldly, with full conscious and beauty.

When you don't get a role, it wasn't meant to be.

You can talk any redneck into a challenge. That’s why so many rednecks die in strange ways.

There's no point in living in an alternate reality.

I found out that smoking is the leading cause of statistics.

The kingdom that Jesus preached and lived was all about a glorious, uproarious, absurd generosity.

Worry is the warning light that shows I’ve stopped looking to God to meet my needs.

So, I can hurt now, or hurt later.