I felt sweet swinging bliss, like a big shot of heroine in the mainline vein; like a gulp of wine late in the afternoon and it makes you shudder; my feet tingled. I thought I was going to die the very next moment. But I didn't die and walked four miles and picked up ten long butt's, poured their tobacco into my old pipe and lit up. I was too young to know what had happened.
- Kerouac