Yeah," I said, "but you're an artist. You don't believe in decency and honesty and gratitude. Where shall we eat?
Jack KerouacBesides, all my New York friends were in the negative, nightmare position of putting down society and giving their tired bookish or political or psychoanalytical reasons, but Dean just raced in society, eager for bread and love.
Jack KerouacFor the first time in my life the weather was not something that touched me, that caressed me, froze or sweated me, but became me.
Jack Kerouac