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

The truth of the matter is, you die, all you do is die, and yet you live, yes you live, and that's no Harvard lie.

I could hear everything, together with the hum of my hotel neon. I never felt sadder in my life. LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets godawful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.