Crying is you, plus tears

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.

There are but few saints amongst scientists, as among other men, but truth itself is a goal comparable with sanctity.

I'd like to make music for a long time, and all different types of music. Maybe I'll start my own label to get other artists off the ground.

And as far as I'm concerned, it's like I say, drugs are not the problem. Other stuff is the problem.

There needs to be a similar degree of flexibility and generosity in the recognition of the humaneness and worth of people who we generally consider as adversaries.

Life is an endless process of self-discovery.

There are plenty of guys who played great golf, had great careers and only won a few majors.

one of the blessings of adulthood is that one is no longer addressed as a thing.

It is joyous for any actor to enter other grounds of consciousness and thought. At the end of the day, we just all like dressing up and playing around.

The Palestinian Rifle is ready and we will aim it if they try to prevent us from praying in Jerusalem.