Let's make a deal: You figure out what the labyrinth is and how to get out of it, and i'll get you laid. -Alaska Young

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.

all I wanted was to go off to some other world, a place beyond anybody's reach. A place beyond the flow of time.

Planting a tree is the easiest way to align yourself with the cosmic rhythm.

Trying to outsmart a compiler defeats much of the purpose of using one.

PDCA is the essence of managerial work: making sure the job gets done today and developing better ways to do it tomorrow.

A great business at a fair price is superior to a fair business at a great price.

It is what it is, and it ain't nothin' else... Everything is clearly, openly, plainly delivered.

The U.S. government alleges that for the past 45 years, the companies that manufacture and sell tobacco have waged an intentional and coordinated campaign of deceit.

Equipment makes my job easier, but it doesn't affect my style.

Thatʹs a dangerous look,ʺ said Dimitri, giving me a brief glance before returning his eyes to the road. ʺWhat look?ʺ I asked innocently. ʺThe one that says you just got some idea.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.