KEROUAC
The desk in the room, near the bed, with a good light, midnight till
dawn, a drink when you get tired, preferably at home, but if you have no
home, make a home out of your hotel room or motel room or pad: peace. [
Picks up harmonica and plays.] Boy, can I play!
Jack Kerouac -
Paris Review, '
The Art of Fiction No. 41'