Reading forces you to be quiet in a world that no longer makes place for that.

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.

God exists outside of time, and since we are within time, there is no way we will ever totally grasp that concept.

The secret of patience ... to do something else in the meantime.

I love to design and remodel houses, from working with the contractors to picking the colours, materials, kitchen and bathroom accessories to finally what furniture goes where.

We live in a world bathed in 5, 000 times more energy than we consume as a species in the year, in the form of solar energy. It's just not in usable form yet.

They all start competing against Lincoln as the greatest president. And the [library] building becomes the symbol, the memorial to that dream.

I take more to the subject than to my ideas about it. I am not interested in any idea I have had, the subject is so demanding and so important.

Women get 77 cents on the dollar that men get for the same job.

I never expected this to happen in my lifetime and shall be asking my family to put some champagne in the fridge.

My friend, the sufi is the friend of the present moment. To say tomorrow is not our way.

Worse even than your maddening song, your silence.