Whatever. Great day. Today. Best day of my life.

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.

A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.

The less men think, the more they talk.

Keep looking below surface appearances. Don't shrink from doing so just because you might not like what you find.

Virtue lies in the middle ground.

I think the most effective forms of critique are ones that establish a common ground for people to occupy, and then appeal to the best nature of people on that common ground.

...if I have ever met someone without a single shadow on their heart, it was surely a child too young for speaking.

The true friends of the people are neither revolutionaries, nor innovators, but traditionalists.

We are commanded to recognize His glory, honor His glory, declare His glory, praise His glory, reflect His glory, and live for His glory.

Young people's reading choices are influenced by their peers.

Talent is inborn, but technique is learned.