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is a quality in things grounded in this: that they end.

The beauty of things must be that they end. (Jack Kerouac)

is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true.

Night is longer than day for those who dream & day is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true.

is at the very core of the concept of beauty. The beauty of things is that they end.

is not appreciated. All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.

All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.

is sought in the midst of indistinguishable chaos, in sprawling nameless reality.

You seek identity in the midst of indistinguishable chaos, in sprawling nameless reality.

is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities showing no sense of the comradeship in the streets along the lines of what one finds in, say, an awful cold new york winter.

LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities... NY gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.Jack Kerouac

is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities... new york gets Godawful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets.

I could hear everything, together with the hum of my hotel neon. I never felt sadder in my life. LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities... New York gets godawful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle. Jack Kerouac

is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities.

LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; NY gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.

is when there is frost on the path at dawn where one paced all winter.

February dawn -- frost on the path Where I paced all winter.

is a place that gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets.

is that which to find is like locating silence.

Finding Nirvana is like locating silence.

is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.

Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.

is where you promise yourself the right to live.

Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.

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