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Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.

Jack Kerouac

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Jack Kerouac
Age: 47 †
Born: 1922
Born: March 13
Died: 1969
Died: October 21
Novelist
Poet
Screenwriter
Writer
East Chelmsford
Massachusetts
Jean-Louis Lebris de Kérouac
Jean-Louis Lebris de Kerouac
Kerouac
Jean-Louis Kerouac
Better
Unfree
Uncomfortable
Bed
Comfortable
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Sleep
Free

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