It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.
Jack KerouacThe empty blue sky of space says 'All this comes back to me, then goes again, and comes back again, then goes again, and I don't care, it still belongs to me
Jack KerouacThe closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.
Jack Kerouac