My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.

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.

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.

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war

Threatened men live long.

I not only use all the brains that I have, but all that I can borrow.

I think probably honesty is the biggest quality I look for in a relationship. Being exactly who you are with the other person.

In order for poetry to exist there has to be not-poetry to contrast it with.

If the Almighty himself played the violin, the credits would still read 'Rubinstein, God, and Piatigorsky', in that order.

A man without characteristics is a most insipid character.

The will to win means nothing without the will to prepare.

What is dishonorably got, is dishonorably squandered.

Mankind may amuse themselves with theoretic systems of liberty... but we can only discern its true value by the practical and wretched effects of slavery.

To fall into a habit is to begin to cease to be.