"Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain"
"She brooded and bit her rich lips: my soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches' brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike."
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Source: Jack Kerouac (2013). “Maggie Cassidy (Annotated)”, p.17, BookBaby
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