How strange and how lovely it is to be anything at all.

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.

Beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins

punk is about being an individual and going against the grain and standing up and saying 'This is who I am

What distinguished him in a moment of crisis was his self-command.

When a man retires and time is no longer a matter of urgent importance his colleagues generally present him with a watch.

When you live with constant gratitude, your life will become a living prayer.

Go where you are wanted and stray from where you aren't. Surround yourself with positive people and environments.

I always try to make myself be very approachable and easy to talk to, so hopefully people will feel that they can approach me.

We fly to beauty as an asylum from the terrors of finite nature.

I wish at times I had finished school just to say I had.

When we pick up one end of the stick, we pick up the other.