I came here looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends and a more-than-minor life.

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.

He who knows how to fall without hurting himself will also know how to rise without any difficulty!

When you quit drinking you stop waiting.

Poetry will absorb and transmute, as it always has done, and glorify, all that we can know.

God is the foundation of liberty. Because if God is not, who is? The government?

Most people are taught from an early age on, to conceive of themselves as losers. They are taught that there are a very special few who are eminently successful in life.

The bricks and mortar of the music business, they don't exist any longer.

The belief that we are what the media says we are, what people perceive we are, is soon to be what we think we are. We are treated based on this warped perception. It is hard to get away from it.

He plants his feet stubbornly, adopting what he must think is an heroic post. He's just begging for a pigeon to fly by and relieve itself.

It is part of the nature of every definitive love that sooner or later it can reach the beloved only in infinity.

Locke sank into a swoon; The Garden died; God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side.