media saturation is probably very destructive to art. New movements get overexposed and exhausted before they have a chance to grow, and they turn to ashes in a short time. Some degree of time and obscurity is often very necessary to artists.

Jack Kerouac did what he most wanted to do. He wrote great prose. He became the writer he wanted to be.

We derive a lot of the reality of ourselves through interactions with others.

I was always aware that Jack loved women not only for their bodies but for the stories that came into being as they interacted with him-they were part of his “road,” the infinite range of experience that always had to remain open to fuel his work.

A lot of artists don't survive, do they? You work very hard and finally you get what you want and it destroys you.

We tend to make up the people we fall in love with

I became intent on saving him through showing him that he was loved.