See, popularity is complicated. You have to spend a lot of time thinking about liking; you have to really like being liked, and also sort like being disliked.

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.

Laughing brains are more absorbent.

‘Can’t you see what they are?’ I said. ‘They’re all dead.’

Faith is obedience nothing else.

Our submission defines our authority

To study the Way is to study the self. To study the self is to forget the self.

I think writing would have happened to me anyway, somehow. Differently, but it still would have happened.

Brewers enjoy working to make beer as much as drinking beer instead of working.

All the manifestations of love can be seen as a connection with our spirituality.

Not only am I putting music out there, I'm giving part of myself away.