Everything belongs to me because I am poor. - Jack Kerouac

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

She talks with a broken heart - Her voice lutes brokenly like a heart lost, musically too, like in a lost grove, it's almost too much to bear sometimes like some fantastic futuristic Jerry Southern singer in a nightclub who steps up to the mike in the spotlight in Las Vegas but doesn't even have to sing, just talk, to make men sigh and women wonder I guess...

The best teacher is experience and not through someone's distorted point of view