And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves. - Jack Kerouac

"Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy"

"Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars."

"Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry."

"My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them."

"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."