Candy Reid

“Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.”
― Jack Kerouac, Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954

“So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.”
― Jack Kerouac

“Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it.
'I love love,' she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that. You could have all your Peaches and Bettys and Marylous and Ritas and Camilles and Inezes in this world; this was my girl and my kind of girlsoul, and I told her that.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“I had nothing to offer anybody, except my own confusion”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road