Stupid truth, always resisting simplicity

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.

This is the us you wanted us to be, Gwen.

I mostly hope you think I miss you and in the end you hope you'll get me, but that's fantasy, untrue as you, and bitter as the hope you left me.

We can destroy ourselves by cynicism and disillusion just as effectively as by bombs.

Salesmen always need something to sell.

If you can get yourself to read 30 minutes a day, you're going to double your income every year.

It is the logical next step in our ongoing effort to shift our company's centre of gravity, accelerate our growth

The body is meant to be seen, not all covered up.

I am hoping for better times. That's how you know us hapless gardeners - by our dirty fingernails and our absurd, unquenchable optimism about next year.

When you describe passion at any age, passion is derived from everything, from the people you work with to enjoying the last four years.

Laughter does not seem to be a sin, but it leads to sin.