My guess is that she is uncomfortable in such an intransigent world but is unable to live accordingly to her own desire.

I can't sleep with you tonight, baby, my head's all messed up, you've no idea. It's somewhere else and it's full of voices and songs and bad things.

No amount of promises can guarantee love

The vocation of each writer is to describe the world as he or she sees it; anything more than that is advertising.

I don't want to be loved. I want to be desired. Love is safety, but desire is foul.

I am determined to live without illusions. I want to look at reality straight. Without hiding.

The cruellest thing you can do to Kerouac is reread him at thirty-eight.