I like it better that way,” Lee said. “If they pretended sorrow they’d be liars. It doesn’t mean anything to them. Maybe they’ll think of me sometimes—privately. I don’t want them to be sad. I hope I’m not so small-souled as to take satisfaction in being missed.

To make a difference is not a matter of accident, a matter of casual occurrence of the tides. People choose to make a difference.

The unending paradox is that we do learn through pain.

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.

Written By Jack Kerouac

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