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
I'm not a beatnik, I'm a Catholic.
—Jack Kerouac
I asked Jack, "Well how do you like fame?" He said, "It's like old newspapers blowing down Bleecker Street."
—Mardou Fox
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