अंग्रेजी साहित्य

“I know some day I will be nothing. (Think hard I say to myself. Think very hard and consider yourself nothing.) I will be nothing someday because I will be part of the dust of the earth which will scatter to the winds of nothing (not the four winds of the earth, but the sextillion winds of nothing) and I will scatter and fly about through nothing and be nothing. Maybe – a million years from now. And I will be nothing. I try to think hard and imagine myself nothing, but I am too much alive to think myself nothing so that despite the fact that I know its inevitability, I feel as if I’ll always go on, but I know better.”

~ Jack Kerouac