I'm a grenade, I just want to stay away from people and read books, and think.

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.

The power of prayer is the purity of life.

History is more or less bunk.

Everybody in America is angry about something.

Plastic surgeons are always making mountains out of molehills.

You gotta keep trying to find your niche and trying to fit into whatever slot that's left for you or to make one of your own.

London's not a white city. So why should our catwalks be so white?

What we really want to do is what we are really meant to do.

I don't own any of my own paintings because a Picasso original costs several thousand dollars and that's a luxury I cannot afford.

Selfishness is not living your life as you wish to live it. Selfishness is wanting others to live their lives as you wish them to.

Violence is the weapon of the weak.