I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn’t remember especially because the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it.
There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road.
I want to marry a girl so I can rest my soul with her till we both get old. This can’t go on all the time - all this franticness and jumping around. We’ve got to go someplace, find something.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road.