It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations.

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.

If you had one day left to live, what would you do?

Chance was just an order that you hadn't yet perceived.

Maybe the fear is that we are less than we think we are, when the actuality of it is that we are much much more.

There are lots of things in the folklore, like they can only be killed by a silver bullet, that don't realistically work, if you're trying to say they have existed for hundreds of years, unknown.

It takes a good many years and some pretty hard knocks to make people tolerant.

I have this idiot name tag which says 'controversial.'

You are the light of the world. Shine, and darkness will disappear.

Good memories are our second chance at happiness.

Hollywood is a suction for your confidence or your faith or your togetherness. Just walking on the street you can feel it.