This star won't go out. And it won't. we won't let it.

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.

Words never fade away but echo on for eternity. Let your echo ring sweet.

Magic is only magic when don’t know ‘how’, when you know it, it can be experienced everyday!!!

I am always trying to put myself inside: Every dress I do, I think, 'If I were a woman, would I wear it?'

Yes, this is what good is: to forgive evil. There is no other good.

Even babies like to grab for things just beyond their reach.

There should be pluralism - the concept of many religions, many truths. But we must also be careful not to become nihilistic.

I don't like to sit and count my money and be a "happy entrepreneur".

I don't want my kids to ever think that I am choosing my job over them.

I am comfortable with anything I sing: jazz, gospel, classical. It doesn't matter. I can do it all.

I had trouble fitting in, in a musical sense. A lot of drummers get sidetracked by the instrument. It can engulf you.