“So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my sufferance, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.”
- Jack Kerouac
"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living."- Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close And Incredibly Close
"The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions —the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitesimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling." - Samuel Taylor Coleridge