He loved the scratching of pencil against paper when he was focused: it meant something was happening.

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.

Please tell me this is easier to take off than it was to put on.”Calla raised a brow. “You do not think Master Kell knows how?

The best team does not always win, it's the team that plays the best.

Shared history was the coin of the realm.

By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles, " noted Will. "Has no one respect for the classics these days?

The force of necessity is irresistible.

We are meant to go through this life with a partner, someone who picks us up when we're down.

Follow your dreams and use your natural born talents and skills to make this a better world for tomorrow.

An old thing becomes new if you detach it from what usually surrounds it.

I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest.

A change of environment is the traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and lungs, rely.