Right. I'd forgotten about her.' He shook his head. 'That keeps happening.

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.

Had I known, I would not have left you, alone beneath those stars, on the night when I last saw you, not knowing it was the last.

And above all, children need our unconditional love - whether they succeed or make mistakes; when life is easy and when life is tough.

Don Baylor, New York Yankees DH, on Billy Martin and his predecessor Yogi Berra: Playing for Yogi is like playing for your father; playing for Billy is like playing for your father-in-law.

Regret is a toxin that I try not to allow in my body.

All one can do for one's character in times like these, is to prove that one does not belong to these times.

Beautiful is greater than Good, for it includes the Good.

Art first of all is optical. That's where the material of our art is: in what our eyes think.

The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him - it cannot fail

A lot of artists write about the same things their whole career.