No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.


Jack Kerouac (ed. 1971)


No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.