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“I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“I yelled for joy. We passed the bottle. The great blazing stars came out, the far receding hills got dim. I felt like an arrow that could shoot out all the way.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“Der König sass mit seinem Vetter allein bei einer Beratung. In diese Kemenate drangen nun die wagemutigen Ritter ein. Kurz entschlossen zückten sie ihre Schwerter und beendeten darin recht unfreundlich dieses Gespräch.”
― Herzog Ernst

“Great laughter rang from all sides. I wondered what the Spirit of the Mountain was thinking, and looked up and saw jackpines in the moon, and saw ghosts of old miners, and wondered about it. IN the whole eastern dark wall of the Divide this night there was silence and the whisper of the wind, except in the ravine where we roared; and on the other side of the Divide was the great Western Slope, and the big plateau that went to Steamboat Springs, and dropped, and led you to the western Colorado desert and the Utah desert; all in darkness now as we fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“I walked around the sad honkytonks of Curtis Street; young kids in jeans and red shirts; peanut shells, movie marquees, shooting parlours. Beyond the glittering street was darkness, and beyond the darkness the West. I had to go.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“NEWT: Now there's absolutely nothing for you to worry about.

JACOB: Tell me - has anyone ever believed you when you told them not to worry?

NEWT: My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice.”
― J.K. Rowling, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them: The Original Screenplay

“I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.”
― Jerome K. Jerome

“His face was like the autumn sky, overcast one moment and bright the next.”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

“In this pittifull (or rather pittilesse) perplexitie stood London, forsaken like a Lover, forlorne like a widow, and disarmde of all comfort.”
― Thomas Dekker, Plague Pamphlets of Thomas Dekker