I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.

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.

Friendships founded on laughter are always fortuitous.

Be yourself, that is all there is.

No man comes out of his own memorandum of conversation looking second best.

Pleasures of the mind have this advantage,--they never cloy nor wear themselves out, but increase by employment.

Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.

Trying to be creative, yet having to deal with the day to day - I mean, there is a lot of stuff to deal with. Like sitting at the computer and sending emails.

I quit the media game. I'm out. I'm done.

I can't point to a moment or incident that made me see that this business, this putting down words on paper, was what I would do for the rest of my lucid life. But apparently, that is my calling.

No place is a place until it has found its poet.

I probably get eight straight hours of acting in an entire season or two seasons of Suits. It's broken into such small pieces.