"Her great dark eyes surveyed me with emptiness and a kind of chagrin that reached generations and generations in her blood from not having done what was crying to be done--whatever it was, and everybody knows what it was. 'What do you want out of life?' I wanted to wring it out of her. She didn't have the slightest idea what she wanted." - Jack Kerouac
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
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