Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

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 exceeding brightness of this early sunMakes me conceive how dark I have become.

To feel the love, feel through your heart, not through your mind, mind is judgmental but heart is kind.

We live in a society where mutual respect and appreciation should be considered one of the pillars of modern life.

Hesitation and the fear of being judged kills more relationships than misunderstanding and arguments.

So who is cruel? You, cruel reader, you are.

Radiohead and Our Lady Peace are doing the seven layers of guitar, and I kind of jumped on that before anyone else did.

What I seek to do is to establish the facts as I see them, or as I understand them, and to engage in constructive dialogue to get good outcomes.

I'm a person who likes to give 100 percent to everything I do. I want to be the best at my job and as a mother.

My parents were worried about me, certainly when I became so deeply interested in music and people like the New York Dolls who, at the time, were very peculiar indeed.

Dogs may have kept us company on the hunt, but it was the cats who insisted we invent houses and discover fire.