The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.

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.

History, writing, infect after a time a man's sense of himself.

In short, you have only your emotions to sell. This is the experience of all writers.

But I killed you,” Alyss said. “Did you?” Red turned to The Cat. “Why wasn’t I informed?

I was raised with Eddie Fisher as a father and Connie Stevens as a mother. It was sort of hard for me to pick anything else, because this was the life I knew.

Truth is Mormonism. God is the author of it.

I believe in sexual monogamy, but I don't believe in emotional monogamy.

Seeing-is-believing is a blind spot in man's vision.

Analogy is even slipperier than logic.

We need a leader who understands the moral case for free enterprise.

In mockery I have set A powerful emblem up, And sing it rhyme upon rhyme In mockery of a time Half dead at the top.