Some people have lives; some people have music.

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 revolution is not a bed of roses. A revolution is a struggle between the future and the past.

Reading isn't an occupation we encourage among police officers. We try to keep the paperwork down to a minimum.

As long as ordinary citizens are as corrupt as the politicians in their daily lifestyle, the country will continue to suffer.

To know the Word of God, to live the Word of God, to preach the Word, to teach the Word, is the sum of all wisdom, the heart of all Christian service.

My mother said, "kiss him, darling, it's easy so natural" and I thought to myself, not with lips of stone, dear mother, not with lips of stone

I think you have to take me for me. I am who I am.

What kind of archaeologist carries a weapon?

Now blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep. It covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak.

(on fox news).... it's like watching a Disney movie about the news.

The dance of battle is always played to the same impatient rhythm. What begins in a surge of violent motion is always reduced to the perfectly still.