You seek identity in the midst of indistinguishab le chaos, in sprawling nameless reality.
Jack KerouacAnd when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.
Jack KerouacI have been writing my heart out all my life, but only getting a living out of it now.... ... it's not a question of the merit of art, but a question of spontaneity and sincerity and joy I say. I would like everybody in the world to tell his full life confession and tell it his own way and then we'd have something to read in our old age.
Jack Kerouac