And as far as I can see the world is too old for us to talk about it with our new words.
Jack KerouacWhen the railroad trains moaned, and river-winds blew, bringing echoes through the vale, it was as if a wild hum of voices, the dear voices of everybody he had known, were crying: "Peter, Peter! Where are you going, Peter?" And a big soft gust of rain came down. He put up the collar of his jacket, and bowed his head, and hurried along.
Jack KerouacMy fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
Jack Kerouac