Jack Eades

“He wasn’t drunk on liquor, just drunk on what he liked—crowds of people milling.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“I think friendships are the result of certain needs that can be completely hidden from both people, sometimes hidden forever.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt, or Carol

“The one thing that 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 experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar