Every year, many, many stupid people graduate from college. And if they can do it, so can you.

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.

Is it possible not to ever know your type-not to even know you have a type-until quite suddenly you do?

Open the door and let it come in. It will fill your mind and dance with your heart.

For the Christian, death is not the end of adventure but a doorway from a wold where dreams and adventures shrink, to a world where dreams and adventures forever expand.

Let whoever wants to, relax in the south, And bask in the garden of paradise.Here is the essence of north—and it's autumnI've chosen as this year's friend.

I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.

"When we do not know what harbor we are making for," the Roman philosopher Seneca wrote, "no wind is the right wind." Persons have vision only when they have a dream that drives them on.

You are the spell the universe has cast.

Lend, by your imperfections, self-esteem to others, and you will be invited everywhere.

I looked at my hand resting on the shelf of the prop cabinet, thinking of the scars that were there whether anyone could see them or not.

You know you've been in flow when time seems to have disappeared.