It's almost as if the way you imagine my dead self says more about you than it says about either the person I was or the whatever I am now.

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.

A dream you once were, A dream of all my realities, A dream I can no long strive forIn the wake of my manly betayals

He's an undersized pissant with delusions of adequacy.

When the dog bites, when the bee stings... I simply remember I have a boyfriend and suddenly things don't seem quite so completely shit.

The women has her own battlefield with every child she brings into the world she fights a battle for the nation

Everything you do has to drive content, and the rest takes care of itself.

Acting is all about likability.

There is no right reaction. There is only your reaction.

We were made for more than compromise. We were made for God's promises in every area of our lives.

We see in these swift and skillful travelers a symbol of our life, which seeks to be a pilgrimage and a passage on this earth for the way of heaven.

Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.