The only thing we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death. but who wants to die?
Think about that ya'll. I've been re-reading On the Road and discovered that I had previously underlined this line. Good stuff.