Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain

and nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.

I could hear Dean, blissful and blabbering and frantically rocking. Only a guy who's spent five years in jail can go to such maniacal helpless extremes; beseeching at the portals of the soft source, mad with a completely phsycial realization of the origins of life-bliss; blindly seeking to return the way he came

Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again. Born writers of the future are amazed already at what they're seeing now, what we'll all see in time for the first time, and then see imitated many times by made writers.

Holding up my purring cat to the moon. I sighed.

Something great is about to happen to me: I'm about to love somebody very much.