You spend your whole life stuck in 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.

Success is a poor teacher

I was terrified that tomorrow the truth would start.

It's time to leave, though i've never really been arrived.

Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.

Being famous is just a job.

Sweetheart, when you break thru you'll find a poet here, not quite what one would choose.

the obligation to express gratitude deepens with procrastination. The longer you wait, the more effusive must be the thanks.

It was all quite ghastly and I was very fond of it.

You know a guy a longtime, and I mean really know him, you don't get used to the idea that he's dead just overnight.

Power won by crime no one ever yet turned to a good purpose.