It's just that I learned a while ago that the best way to get people to like you is not to like them too much.

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.

Who are "THEY", you are one of "They" and they are the people/humans.

The big lesson of planetary science is when you do a first reconnaissance of a new kind of object, you should expect the unexpected.

It was odd how one found oneself making trivial conversation on important occasions. Perhaps it was because one could not say what was really in one's mind.

No matter what you're doing, if you're trying to make a movie, you need to be working with people that are really good and who make you better.

I'm creating my niche. My niche is going to be "shirtless guy."

An aged Christian, with the snow of time upon his head, may remind us that those points of earth are whitest which are nearest to heaven.

his eyes took in the barren slopes and the scattered boulders and the lonley gray road windingits way into the fading hills,and i could feel him thinking to himself this is no place to die

In her smile, Idris sees how little of the world he has known, even at thirty-five years of age, its savageness, its cruelty, its boundless brutality.

It would take 2,000 Vietnam Memorials to list the [Twentieth] century's war dead.

Everybody is doing the same old thing.