JACK KEROUAC (aka my best friend) to ALLEN GINSBERG in 1948

“I don’t have to tell you what I believe, because you don’t believe in belief, and neither do I, but I do believe… (I really do). I believe in shelter from the cold, and good food, and drinks and many women all around, the interplay of sexes and much happy meaningless talk, and tales, and books, and Dickensy joy. I even believe in your existence. I believe that soon we will die, go mad, give up, drop off. I believe in children and everything (see how false that sentence is?) I believe that when I talk to you I feel I have to be false. Thus the hysteria of the subway. I used to be more truthful to you when I used to glare at you and call you names. Now I pretend to believe like you and to be like you. I don’t.”

(Source: imposteurs, via nietzschemustache)