Maybe Harry Potter is real and you're not.

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.

The one thing I do remember is that as I retraced my steps through all the familiar streets of my life, Inow felt completely lost.

Love is the ultimate style.

Writers live twice.

My kitchen linoleum is so black and shiny that I waltz while I wait for the kettle to boil. This pleasure is for the old who live alone.

Faith can move mountains; true: mountains of stupidity.

Before making a decision, ask inside for guidance. Be patient and await an answer. Act only when you feel calm and certain.

She also said she would give him a kiss if he liked, but Peter did not know what she meant, and he held out his hand expectantly.

Early in my career, I wanted to be a mathematician.

Everything is self-evident.

Way up in the nosebleeds we watched him on the screen, they'd hung between the billboards so cheaper seats could see.