Love is just a shout in the void.

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.

Typical St Mary’s. When the chips are down we don’t whine and we don’t run – we do some damage.

If liberty sang a song, little, as the larynx of a bird, nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall.

There is no greater treasure in this world than somebody who loves you as you are.

People who lost their mother should be careful about committing crime, because probably no one else is praying to save you.

Some reproaches praise; some praises reproach.

The helmed Cherubim, And sworded Seraphim, Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd.

To me, watercolor is a Western medium, so when I feel like I am using a Western manner I will use English to sign my name.

Further, I'm obsessed with how language contorts and creates bodies.

Good listeners are perceived as good conversationalists.

Well, I've got two small children and this is a very important time for me to be around them.