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, On the Road
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“The ideas dictate everything, you have to be true to that or you’re dead.”
David Lynch
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