February 2012
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Something, someone, some spirit was pursuing all of us across the desert of life...
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road: The Original Scroll
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I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road: The Original Scroll
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A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going...
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road: The Original Scroll
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A man without words is a man without thought.
– John Steinbeck, East of Eden
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To be alive at all is to have scars.
– John Steinbeck, The Winter of our Discontent
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All great and precious things are lonely.
– John Steinbeck, East of Eden
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