Something about me has always liked the drama and inconvience of bad weather. The worse the better, really.

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.

Have the courage to take off your mask and be humbled.

. . . Absurdism was really just realism seen from close to the bottom.

Rachel weeping for her children and would not be comforted because they are not.

Almost 24 million children - one in three - are likely growing up without their father involved in their lives.

We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life.

With me, personal relationships are like my religion. I care that deeply about them. I am the complete opposite of a manipulative smoothie.

I was a tomboy and any time anyone says something about me being hot, it makes me giggle.

One never knows what one is going to do. One starts a painting and then it becomes something quite different.

Service broadens your vision widens your awareness. Deepens your compassion.

It doesn't feel good when you're put down, and especially for no uncertain reason.