Will you love me in December as you do in May? - Jack Kerouac

We all agree it's too big to keep up with, that we're surrounded by life, that we'll never understand it, so we center it all in by swigging Scotch from the bottle and when it's empty I run out of the car and buy another one, period.

Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.

A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.