Facts, even false ones, cannot be copyrighted.

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.

There is little more I can add short of dissecting the man, or going into intimate details such as the modest proportions and slight southeasterly curvature of his manhood.

Why does it seem that the church is more interested in people involvement rather than people engagement.

Terrorism': the word that means nothing, yet justifies everything.

Every life is meant to help all lives; each man should live for all men's betterment.

Dostoevsky preaches the morality of the pariah, the morality of the slave.

We must kill the street. We shall truly enter into modern town planning only after we have accepted this preliminary determination.

It is courageous to occasionally admit that there are certain things one can't do.

Give the individual the power to be a producer as well as a consumer.

On you and me and everything, I bestow my ripe blessings and boisterous bliss.

Beauty within itself should not be wasted.