Jack Kerouac

But we don't have time, it's an exciting night when everything's happening not only to you but to everyone because of to you !-- we're glowing, rich, sick to happiness, I look at her with such love, she with hers, I didnt see any prettier lovers in the sunflower prairies of Kansas when larks squawk in trashing sunset trees and the old hobo hoes out his sad old can a beans from the pack and bends to eat them cold.
We loved each other.