No matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad. - Jack Kerouac

Why think about that when all the golden land's ahead of you and all kinds of unforeseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.

It was sad to see his tall figure receding in the dark as we drove away, just like the other figures in New York and New Orleans: they stand uncertainly underneth inmense skies, and everything about them is drowned. Where go? what do? what for? — sleep.