Il pouvait à peine placer un mot tellement ça l'excitait de vivre.

What's Your Road, Man?

The dream is already ended and we're already awake in the golden eternity.

I'm not a beatnik. I'm a Catholic.

Paradise!' he screamed. 'The one and only indispensable Paradise.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.