They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing.

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.

The thing about getting older is that you don't need everything to be possible any more, you just need things to be certain.

O love, O fire! once he drewWith one long kiss my whole soul throughMy lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

If I'm going to leave my family for any length of time, it had better be for a role that I haven't played before, with great people. It had better be fun.

She believed that owning a lots of things made you a better person. She didn't know - possibly didn't want to know - that happiness comes from the inside.

I dont want to write, Id rather draw.

That's life and you can't change anything, you know.

Jazz music hashaunted America for seventy years.It has tempted us out of our lily-white reserve with its black promise of untrammeled joy.

I'm writing from a place of - a center of authenticity, somewhere that only I know how to write from.

With every falling flake, a unique spark of interest falls from heaven.

Actors should shut up about politics. They tend to be ill-informed finger-pointers who just cosy up to some flavour of-the-month liberal.