We had to forgive to survive the labyrinth

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.

I will take a new approach to death, because what is important about death is not the dead. It’s the living. Those of us left behind.

You are not your past. You are the warrior that rose above it to become the example of someone who didn't survive, but thrived in creating the most beautiful last chapter of their life.

All have a shadow over the earth but no shadow under earth or in grave.

The older woman waiting for admittance looked at me, then over her shoulder at Patch, who was vanishing down the hall. “Honey,” she told me, “he looks slippery as soap.

It costs a hell of a lot more money to put somebody in jail than send them to the University of Virginia.

You can bring your children under age 18 into the voting booth with you. Many families do so as a way to teach civic responsibility.

I don’t read the news. I make the news

I missed all of the 2010 season due to Tommy John surgery.

Bravery is not the absence of fear. Bravery is the ability to operate effectively even while totally terrified.