She waited for me to play out the string, to find the place where she had stopped and was waiting for me, to follow the breadcrumb tail until it dead-ended into her.

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.

....but talking to a ghost about a demon when you’re in a room full of people who can’t see either of them is not to be recommended.

Pain does not differentiate between rich and poor or Christian and Buddhist. It brings the same feelings to everyone.

Trusting yourself means you believe in a higher divine power.

I must freeze my heart to the one person who insists on setting it ablaze.

Rank and status do not represent power when surrounded by negativity.

I like to think that I'm a sort of poet for our times.

Life is a verb, not a noun.

I am never angry, although sometimes distressed.

I've always been doing some sort of art. I started off, when I was very young, painting.

For plain and fancy worrying, give me a new mother every time.