Ladurée Royale

The Voyage Out

What did she feel? Did she love him, or did she feel nothing at all for him or for any other man, being, as she had said that afternoon, free, like the wind or the sea?

Virginia Woolf

On the Road

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candle exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww'
Jack Kerouac