Vanessa

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
― Jack Kerouac

“The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.”
― Jack Kerouac, Atop an Underwood: Early Stories and Other Writings