But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek towards the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of 'Oh my God, we're all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do
Jack KerouacI came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of โthinkingโ and โenjoyingโ what they call โlivingโ, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.
Jack KerouacWhat difference does it make after all?--anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for whatโs heaven? whatโs earth? All in the mind.
Jack Kerouac