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Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life.
- from On The Road by Jack Kerouac.


There are nights when I think Sal Paradise was right
Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together
- The Hold Steady