We all use the future to escape the present.

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.

It's harder to write in the third person but the advantage is you move around better.

We write from soul of the heart.

Our selves are are rough and unrehearsed tales we tell the world.

Life used to move much more quickly when I was a girl. We needed to abbreviate just to keep up.

Topshop makes the best skinny jeans for my shape. I order online or stock up when I'm back in London.

It amazes me that parents are allowed to raise kids. There's so much power and often very little accountability.

The clock always ticks. There are times you don't hear it, and there are times that you do.

Occupy yourself in beholding and bewailing your own imperfections rather than contemplating the imperfections of others.

I don't want to be a vampire. A lot of other people do and I think it's that dual nature - we have, you know, terrifying/intriguing.

So I got off the plane and I forget to take off my seat-belt and I'm dragging the plane through the terminal... The wings are knocking people over.