My thoughts are starts I can't fathom into constellations.

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.

Uniform of a soldier and uniform of a student both are equally needed for the nation.

Audrey turned to him, a sly little spark hiding in her eyes. "THe only man who gets to call me'love' would be waking up next to me after a very, very fun n

Bernie Saunders is like a fly buzzing around a bowl of rotten fruit. Long hail this fly!

I have no enemies. I dont permit such a thing.

Children say that people are hung sometimes for speaking the truth.

Take ownership of every decision you make because you will be hold responsible for the film, whether good or bad.

Funny, now I can see, how looks can be deceiving.

Human beings are prone to believe the things they wish were true.

I hate married men. They never make any sacrifices to the arts, but are always thinking of their duties to their wives and families or some rubbish of that sort.

When you fall, leap to your feet and try again.