Long week. Long month. Long life.

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.

Faith in God includes Faith in God's timing.

...am so deeply impressed with the fair mindedness and tolerance of the American people...

The way that people show me love on Twitter? I don't know man. It's amazing.

Victory often goes to the army that makes the least mistakes, not the most brilliant plans.

(about his terrible attempt at making a sandwich) It's more difficult than it looks. (Artemis Fowl)

I don't feel badly about that. There's a lot of energy on the golf course. The guys are playing great. I like the pairings in the afternoon. I'm going to take what we've got.

Today the discredit of words is very great.

Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.

I turn to books for a feeling of companionship: for somebody knowing what I have known.

Doubts and jealousies often beget the facts they fear.