but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever.

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.

If you jotted down all of my ill-thought out comments, you could write a book entitled, Guide to Getting Punched in the Throat for Boneheads-Mad Hatter in "Death of the Mad Hatter" (Coming Soon!)

I’m here for as long as you want me.”“What if that’s forever?” He asked.“Then I’m the luckiest girl in the world.

Fools write books about madness being an elevated mental state or an alternative form of creativity. It's not, it's anguish.

God help us if we ever take the theater out of the auction business or anything else. It would be an awfully boring world.

I was taking the bad boy off the market for good.

I think people often confuse success with fame and stardom.

A symphony must be like the world. It must contain everything.

I'm so much more of an East Coast girl than a West Coast girl.

Read the books you love, tell people about authors you like, and don’t worry about it.

To ask the hard question is simple.