So keeping the box closed just keeps you in the dark, not the universe.

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.

A business without sales is just ego masturb*tion.

Crime? What crime? ... My killing a loathsome, harmful louse, a filthy old moneylender woman ... and you call that a crime?

It's like they've forgotten everything important, isn't it? I mean, forgotten things like cats and dancing exist.

The bottom line is very simple. You negotiate on this, they will up the ante for the debt ceiling.

There are lots of countries that are having these kinds of internal civil wars in other parts of the world and nobody is talking about intervening.

I am joining the people's football club. The majority of people you meet on the street are Everton fans

Blogs are for anoraks who couldn’t get published any other way.

Men only know if you tell them. Even though you probably want them to just know, they won't.

My life style in a sense is kind of private.

Emotional sympathies just dry up and die as we change, and they are as mysterious in friendship as in love. It's a relationship like any other.