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    Jack Kerouac
    “For the first time in my life the weather was not something that touched me, that caressed me, froze or sweated me, but became me. ”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #2
    Jack Kerouac
    “And I said, 'That last thing is what you can't get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #3
    Jack Kerouac
    “The road must eventually lead to the whole world.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #4
    Jack Kerouac
    “Besides which, she would never understand me because I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #5
    Jack Kerouac
    “Last night I walked clear down to Times Square & just as I arrived I suddenly realized I was a ghost - it was my ghost walking on the sidewalk.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #6
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind…”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #7
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #8
    Susan Sontag
    “All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.”
    Susan Sontag

  • #9
    Sarah Ockler
    “Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it's over, you feel like you don't have any bones left to hold you up.”
    Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer

  • #10
    C.S. Lewis
    “I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.”
    C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed



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