Those beautiful, green-blue eyes that change colour like they're bewitched, and look deep into my soul, making me see my true self. Right now, I don't like what I see.” -Nik Driver

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.

Are you willing to stay right where you are and let the Lord do great things through you, though no one may seem to notice at all?

Secularism is a religion, a religion that is understood. It has no mysteries, no mumblings, no priests, no ceremonies, no falsehoods, no miracles, and no persecutions.

I'm not a prophet of doom, I'm a prophet of love. But love will bid a warning doom to the children who play on the freeway. We need to wake up.

This generation of Christians is responsible for this generation of souls on the earth!

I'd rather have people hate me with the knowledge that I tried to save them.

I would have met Jesus sooner if not for Christians who led double lives.

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.

This the kind of world, if you don’t die, you just keep on growing up and living through everything that comes.

She hits me and she beats me and she drinks. My mom is an alcoholic.

Communism is the corruption of a dream of justice.

Anyone who says he wants to be a writer and isn't writing, doesn't.

Most people like to live in illusions.

Men of wit, learning and virtue might strike out every offensive or unbecoming passage from plays.

Two opposing gospels are fighting one another for the soul of our nation and, increasingly, the world: the gospel of consumption and the gospel of peace.

There exists only the present instant ... There is no yesterday nor any tomorrow, but only Now.

But most of all I shall remember the monarchs, that unhurried westward drift of one small winged form after another, each drawn by some invisible force.

Most of the people are no thicker than Formica, yet they hunger obscurely for some continuity with the place and with each other.