Publishing is the only industry I can think of where most of the employees spend most of their time stating with great self-assurance that they don't know how to do their jobs. "I don't know how to sell this," they explain, frowning, as though it's your fault. "I don't know how to package this. I don't know what the market is for this book. I don't know how we're going to draw attention to this." In most occupations, people try to hide their incompetence; only in publishing is it flaunted as though it were the chief qualification for the job. - Donald E. Westlake
Hell man, I know very well you didn't come to me only to want to become a writer, and after all what do I really know about it except that you've got to stick to it with the energy of a benny addict. - Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Now you've got me thinking of POTC. I had never realised that Elizabeth is actually an angel of death. Every man we see her kiss gets killed shortly afterwards. What a curse!
IDK, maybe, or they quoted a character of his. I have never read any of his books, nor have I spent the time to follow the mans career.
We are the Catholics my friend And we'll keep on fighting till the end We are the catholics We are the catholics No time for Protestants Cause we are the Catholics of the world! (there is also a We are the Protestants version of this song but I prefer this one)
Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain. - Jack Kerouac
"From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of particular interest. But for us, it's different. Consider again that dot. That's here, that's home, that's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam." -Carl Sagan Spoiler
I would start with four fingers of Jack in a thick mug, with a sweating Budweiser back, and by midnight I would be alone at the end of the bar, armed, drunk, and hunched over my glass, morally and psychologically insane. - James Lee Burke
