Jack Kerouac
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them. — Jack Kerouac
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Muriel Spark
Being in love is something like poetry. Certainly, you can analyze and expound its various senses and intentions, but there is always something left over, mysteriously hovering between music and meaning. — Muriel Spark
John Cusack
… But right now, you and me here, put together entirely of atoms, sitting on this round rock with a core of liquid iron, held down by this force that seems to trouble you, called gravity. All the while spinning around the sun at 67,000 miles an hour and whizzing through the milkyway at 600,000… Continue reading John Cusack
The Vale of Soul-Making 