What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant.

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 tragedy of this age is that many are hungry for the wrong reasons

There is such a thing as a small and cramped eternity. You may see it in many modern religions

All hope is prayer; who calls it hope no more, Sends prayer footsore forth over weary wastes, While he who calls it prayer, gives wings to hope.

the new women in politics seem to be saying that we already know how to lose, thank you very much. Now we want to learn how to win.

I believe boycotts are wrong.

You're playing serious music, and you want to be taken seriously. When they get my age wrong on the program, I wish they'd make me older.

No sight is more provocative of awe than is the night sky.

When it came to the on-camera TV stuff, I'd be standing next to the director, my friend, and he'd be asked a question that I should have been answering.

In England we are sort of very awkward.