Jack Kerouac

At least I had frost on my nose, boots on my feet, and protest in my mouth.

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy.

Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.

Who has believed in the world and died with its name on his lips?

A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.