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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.

Life without a phone is riskier, lonelier, more vivid.

No man fully capable of his own language ever masters another.

Your positive action combined with positive thinking results in success.

Love elevates. Love is what you live for.

If you do not wish to be lied to, do not ask questions! The only real defence civilized man has against anybody who bothers him is to lie. There would be no lies if there were no questions.

Every actor has their stalker.

Here's a freebie: Don't play poker with a kid who can read minds.

It's easy to solve the halting problem with a shotgun.

Growing up in the public spotlight and having insecurities like every other girl, I really know what it's like to feel self-conscious.

Our salvation is in work, but let us also take delight in that work.