I always had this secret suspicion that I was special.

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.

I learned that moral courage is harder than physical courage.

We're still in this position where we haven't made a lot of decisions yet.

I'm driven by passion. I mean, I am tired right now. I work to a point of abandon. I am fueled by my understanding of the need for self-expression that exists for young people.

I think now we just know way too much about our celebrities. It's not that interesting when you know that much about people.

We all strive to find moments of clarity, of order.

I am an inventor of music.

There aren't four seasons a year in the mountains; there are forty seasons a day up there in those divine altitudes!

Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.

Man has made use of his intelligence; he invented stupidity.

Goodbye, kind year, we walk no more together. But here in quiet happiness we part.