“So I looked at the scenery,
She read her magazine;
And the moon rose over an open field.
“Kathy, I’m lost”, I said,
Though I know she was sleeping.
“I’m empty and aching and
I don’t know why.””

— Paul Simon, America

“Some of us look for the Way in opium and some in God, some of us in whiskey and some in love.”

— W. Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil

I could wait for you like that hole in your boot Waiting to be fixed, I could wait for you What good would that do but to leave me bruised? Cheers darlin’, here’s to you and your lover, darling I got years—

I could wait for you like that hole in your boot
Waiting to be fixed, I could wait for you
What good would that do but to leave me bruised?
Cheers darlin’, here’s to you and your lover, darling I got years

“What’s your road, man? -holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It’s an anywhere road for anybody anyhow.”

— Kerouac, On The Road