Lila Lyons

“Naturally, now that I look back on it, this is only death: death will overtake us before heaven. The one thing we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experiences (though we hate to admit it) in death.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“Everything was being mixed up, and all was falling.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“I remembered a long time ago when I lay in bed beside my mother, watching lights from the street move across the ceiling and down the walls. I felt the sharp nostalgia of train whistles, piano music down a city street, burning leaves. A mild degree of junk sickness always brought me the magic of childhood.”
― William S. Burroughs, Junky

“At three in the morning Main Street was so quiet that Dallas could hear the street light change from red to green a block away. There was nothing sadder and lonelier in the world, he decided, especially when you were all alone when it happened.”
― Richard Russo, Mohawk