Yvette V

“There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“As a jealous man, I suffer four times over: because I am jealous, because I blame myself for being so, because I fear that my jealousy will wound the other, because I allow myself to be subject to a banality: I suffer from being excluded, from being aggressive, from being crazy, and from being common.”
― Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments

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

“She was a nice little girl, simple and true, and tremendously frightened of sex. I told her it was beautiful. I wanted to prove this to her. She let me prove it, but I was too impatient and proved nothing.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road