“Dreams were so irrational, so gray with a nameless terror — and yet, too, so haunting and beautiful.”
More from Jack Kerouac
“I'm a wretch. But I love, love.”
“It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too…”
“Pain or love or danger makes you real again...”
“There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.”