All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.
From Jack Kerouac
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.
I don't really go out at all.
My story is endless. I put in a teletype roll, you know, you know what they are, you have them in newspapers, and run it through there and fix the margins and just go, go - just go, go, go.
My father and my mother and my sister and I have always voted Republican, always.
I really hate to write.
Notoriety and public confession in the literary form is a frazzler of the heart you were born with, believe me.
All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
All my editors since Malcolm Cowley have had instructions to leave my prose exactly as I wrote it. In the days of Malcolm Cowley, with 'On the Road' and 'The Dharma Bums', I had no power to stand by my style for better or for worse.
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