You live for pretentious metaphors.

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 beg your pardon, sir, said the Frenchman. I am not a coloniser.Well, let’s talk Algeria then. Let’s talk about your culture and your celebrated writers.

A grumpy vampire is a homicidal vampire. Hungry ones were even worse.

You know, ” he said, “P.S.S. Piss Camp.” “Yeah, I get it, ” I said, “It’s just not funny.

The world is as I always intuited it to be: weird, fractured and full of monsters.

No joy in nature is so sublimely affecting as the joy of a mother at the good fortune of a child.

After drama school I did a seven-month tour of Europe performing in 'Romeo and Juliet.' I played Romeo.

Know your true measurements and dress your mind accordingly

Out my window.. I see everything I dream about and wished I had

There's no rule, no law, no regulation that says you can't come back. So I have every right to come back.