-no girl had ever moved me with a story of spiritual suffering and so beautifully her soul showing out radiant as an angel wandering in hell and the hell the selfsame streets I'd roamed in watching, watching for someone just like her and never dreaming the darkness and the mystery and eventuality of our meeting in eternity.
Jack KerouacKeep it kickwriting at all costs too, that is, write only what kicks you and keeps you overtime awake from sheer mad joy.
Jack Kerouac