John Rothfield

“It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“Solitude is fine but you need someone to tell that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

“Live, don't know how long,
And die, don't know when;
Must go, don't know where;
I am astonished I am so cheerful.”
― Patrick Leigh Fermor, Between the Woods and the Water