...It was nice to spend time with someone so interesting.

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.

Lead from the back and let others believe they are in front.

He comes with those in his employ, to watch, gathering evidence and confession. His success speaks of a countryside rife with evil, an intemperate plague of witches . . .

All it takes to be a voice against injustice, is to say something against it.

Who does not desire such a victory by which we shall join places in our Kingdom, so far divided by nature, and for which we shall set up trophies in another conquered world?

If one doesn't respect oneself one can have neither love nor respect for others.

If you run after wit, you will succeed in catching folly.

Perhaps my most important goal is to create a million millionaires.

The sentiment of national honor is never more than half extinguished in the French. It takes only a spark to re-kindle it.

It's not how hard you hit. It's how hard you get hit... and keep moving forward.

What if we have more of the rough file, if we have less rust! Afflictions carry away nothing but the dross of sin.