The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.

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.

Missing a train is only painful if you run after it! Likewise, not matching the idea of success others expect from you is only painful if that’s what you are seeking.

People having victimhood attract imperious and authoritative individuals in their life

If you don’t know how to grow old, don’t start learning how to grow old.

Everything Satan has to offer you is a collection of what Jesus rejected

Although we shared a kiss or two you still have me on cloud nine from time to time and all I want is for you to be mine!

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

God only make plans, no problems. In heaven, there is never panic.

Primitives of our own species, even today are historically shallow in their knowledge of the past. Only the poet who writes speaks his message across the millennia to other hearts.

One might well say that mankind is divisible into two great classes: hosts and guests.