"Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries."

lezno:

“I didn’t know what to say. I felt like crying, goddammit, everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and your very being.”

Jack Kerouac, On the Road: The Original Scroll (via eternelle-ritournelle)

"My oil lamp burned in infinity. “Poor gentle flesh,” I realized, “there is no answer”. I didn’t know anything more, I didn’t care, and it didn’t matter,and suddenly I felt really free."