I am a giant squid of anger.

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.

It's good to feel attractive on the outside, but being smart and confident on the inside is what counts.

The(re is no) End

What is the goal? A house that is like the life that goes with it, a house that gives us beauty as we understand it- and beauty of a nobler kind that we may grow to understand.

If you want to be holy, be kind.

I thought that I was an artist. I no longer think about it, I am.

As they say - a bird in the hand is worth one in the bush.

Everyone is tortured. Do you know anyone who isn't?

Why must you always try to be omnipotent, and shove things about? Tragic things happen sometimes that we just have to submit to.

Do I believe in arbitration? I do. But not in arbitration between the lion and the lamb, in which the lamb is in the morning found inside the lion

If I succeed in putting some warmth and love into the work, then it will find friends. Carrying on working is the