Oh, God, Alaska, I love you. I love you,' and the Colonel whispered, 'I'm so sorry, Pudge. I know you did,' and I said, 'No. Not past tense.

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 fact I want...no, I need for us to be exclusive until we part ways when we head off to college

That the apostolic office is temporary, is a plain historical fact.

A lot of people have dementia, which is great, because then they don't recognize me.

If politicians get money to spend and don't have to be responsible for taxation, then of course that will bias their attitude toward more spending as opposed to cutting back on spending.

The time is probably near when a new system of architectural laws will be developed, adapted entirely to metallic construction.

TWINS by Nefesch is a fantastic piece of truly impromptu mentalism which will only be performed by fearless performers. Highly recommended!

I always admire people who have passion.

I have a soft spot for Joe Biden. I like him. But he’s dumb as an ashtray.

I just think streaming feels like it's the future. It allows people to watch things in a way that fits into their lives.

There is no object to life. To nature nothing matters but the continuation of the species.