We can't love our neighbors till we know how crooked their hearts are.

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.

The seed of our love will always cube within the wonder of infinite.

Great writing is always rewriting or revisionism, and is founded on a reading that clears space for the self.

The land is in the bones. The earth will be packed with sinful souls. And there will still walk a body that will not be willing to change for the better.

Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.

Sorrow is one of the vibrations that prove the fact of living.

1 + 1 = 2. Everything else is derived.

Gender is a social construct, but everyone likes to cuddle.

I have great appreciation for people who do anything well. I think that it's very difficult to do what you do well.

The mind is one of Allah's best designs.

Anger is very difficult for me to express. I have a tremendous amount of anger but I like to save it . . . for my loved ones.