Did I help you toward a fate you didn't want, Alaska, or did I just assist in your willful self-destruction?

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.

With ravenous passion and reckless ambition he forged his thoughts into words, obsessed with the notion that dying would not be the last thing he would do.

Life is made up of dots

My home is a little more complicated than coordinates on a map.

The night was starless and very dark. Without doubt, in the gloom some mighty angel was standing, with outstretched wings, awaiting the soul.

If the problem can be solved why worry? If the problem cannot be solved worrying will do you no good.

I discipline churchgoers with godly lessons and sharp words if they do not change their ways. My goal is to open their hearts so that they seek forgiveness.

A lot of people get the wrong impression, think there's something romantic or tragic about hitting bottom.

God, I am afraid he won't give me his answer today. If only somebody would help me - it is all so terribly depressing.

I have a big mouth, and I never met a petition I didn't like, so of course in the McCarthy days I got in trouble.

When we accept small wonders, we qualify ourselves to imagine great wonders.