"Will you love me in December as you do in May?"
"I came to a point where I needed solitude and to just stop the machine of 'thinking' and 'enjoying' what they call 'living', I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds."
"…but all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country."
"Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry."
"I forgave everybody, I gave up, I got drunk."

Jack Kerouac