My mother’s happiness is the only thing that really matters to me – yet I
Need rest and peace and hate to go to work for others for pay – If I can
Start to earn my living as a writer all will be well on earth for me. –
But it is historically impossible for my work to be accepted, therefore
I’ll have to do what I should do anyway, live in a shack in the woods alone.
-Jack Kerouac
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