I think it’s intoxicating when somebody is…unapologetically who they are.
You couldn’t relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole–like the world, or the person you loved.
Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?
― Jack Kerouac, Windblown World