You don't realize what a strain it is on the nerves to write or think-of-writing all day long, and to sleep full of nervous dreams, and to wake up not knowing who one is: this all stems from anxiety about finishing the book, about time 'growing short', etc., and the perpetual strain of invention.
Jack Kerouac...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.
Jack KerouacI don't wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man I wanta be enlightened by actions.
Jack KerouacAn awful realization that I have been fooling myself all my life thinking there was a next thing to do to keep the show going and actually I'm just a sick clown and so is everybody else
Jack Kerouac