How are the eyes?' 'Oh, excellent,' he said. 'I mean, they're not in my head is the only problem.

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.

If you search for God you will find him and He will not give up on you".

Draw your chair up, and hand me my violin, for the only problem which we have still to solve is how to while away these bleak autumnal evenings.

I was a cheerleader for nine years.

In 40 years I have not spent 15 minutes without thinking of Jesus.

You cant write about stuff you dont know about. You have to live it. You have to roll up your sleeves and get your hands dirty. Live life to be a good songwriter.

Solitude causes us to write because it causes us to think.

We have our share of accidents at nap time. However, the one thing we never do is shame the child, or use blaming words.

Make greatness attainable by all.

I write in the most distressingly slow way in terms of punctuation and grammar.

And maybe now you'll start treating everybody with respect. Not just the people you think are important.