How wil we ever get out of this labyrinth of suffering?

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.

There’s real evil, Mr Honey. Not that existential crap, either.

What's the point of these demagogic campaigns if these hungry kids are still here on the road? All little ones deserve protection, food, love and peace.

I'm a big advocate of freedom: freedom of speech, freedom of expression, freedom of thought.

Reach for the sky, it's not as high as it seems. Just follow your heart go as far as your dreams.

How would Trump travel as president? Obviously, he'd use Hair Force One.

I need to be more under control. I need to calm down a little bit so I can cut down on the little silly errors I get.

If you have the ability to work with people smarter than you, always try to be the least smartest person in the room and surround yourself with talent, because iron sharpens iron.

Often, in great discovery the most important thing is that a certain question is found.

Dressing up, for me, is looking like an idiot.

I don't write on tour. There is so much to do day in and day out when you are on the road.