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

...most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.

colleges being nothing but grooming schools for the middle-class non-identity which usually finds its perfect expression on the outskirts of the campus in rows of well-to-do houses with lawns and television sets in each living room with everybody looking at the same thing and thinking the same thing at the same time while the Japhies of the world go prowling in the wilderness to hear the voice crying in the wilderness, to find the ecstacy of the stars, to find the dark mysterious secret of the origin of faceless wonderless crapulous civilization.

Love is all.