I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.
Jack KerouacAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer, Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: March 12, 1922
- Died: October 21, 1969
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The morning is full of stormin the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands. The numberless heart of the windbeating above our loving silence. Orchestral and divine, resounding among the treeslike a language full of wars and songs.
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