She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.

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.

Spiritual maturity is a lifelong pursuit. We grow in spiritual maturity moment by moment, day by day, year by year.

When virtue is banished, ambition invades the minds of those who are disposed to receive it and avarice possesses the whole community.

Existence is the awareness of awareness.

I'm tired and nervous and I'm in America. Here you don't know that you live.

We regret mistakes were made.

Don't be afraid of your dreams.

If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.

Peace. The upland serenity of high altitude, the openness of grassland without indigenous bush or trees; the greening, yellowing or silver-browning that prevailed, according to season.

You won’t arrive. It is an endless search.

I have irrational fears, and they all go back to losing my father as a kid. I've never gotten over it.