I don't like reindeer. They seem like regular deer, only more dangerous.

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.

Ken Jeong might be my biggest fan.

What is Fortune, what is Fame? Futile gold and phantom name- Riches buried in a cave, Glory written on a grave.

Each moment is a chance for us to make peace with the world, to make peace possible for the world, to make happiness possible for the world.

Superficiality is the curse of our age. The doctrine of instant satisfaction is a primary spiritual problem.

It's a cash and carry world. Sometimes you pay a little. Mostly it's a lot. Sometimes, it's everything you have.

Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.

People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again—but it finds a tougher surface.

A smart person is not one that knows the answers, but one who knows where to find them.

Journalism is writing that first appears in any periodic journal.