There was nowhere to go but everywhere,
so just keep on rolling under the stars.
- Jack Kerouac -
from On the Road
March 12, 1922 - Oct. 21, 1969Labels: Jack Kerouac
All of life is a foreign country.
- Jack Kerouac - Labels: Jack Kerouac
My witness is the empty sky.
- Jack Kerouac -Labels: Jack Kerouac
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh...
- Jack Kerouac -
from On the Road Labels: Jack Kerouac
