Jack Kerouac. The Dharma Bums (№ 422517)

Get yourself a house outside the city, live cheap, sometimes come to walk in bars, write, wander the hills, learn how to fool, plank boards, talk with grandmothers, carry firewood for them, clap their hands in churches, use the grace from above, take floriculture lessons, grow chrysanthemums at the door, and, for God's sake, get married, make yourself a smart, kind, human girlfriend who doesn't need nightly martinis and all this stupid sparkling kitchen machinery.