Category: Jack Kerouac
The only truth is music.
All of life is a foreign country.
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Be in love with your life, every detail of it.
And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.
Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
So shut up, live, travel, adventure, bless and don’t be sorry
Pain or love or danger makes you real again….
