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  • Every now and then a clear harmonic cry gave new suggestions of a tune that would someday be the only tune in the word and would raise mean's souls to joy.
    (Jack Kerouac, "On the Road")

  • I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.
    (Jack Kerouac, "On the Road")

  • It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time.
    (Jack Kerouac, "On the Road")

  • Somebody had tipped the American continent like a pinball machine and all the goofballs had come rolling to LA in the southwest corner. I cried for all of us. There was no end to the American sadness and the American madness. Someday we'll all start laughing and roll on the ground when we realize how funny it's been.
    (Jack Kerouac, "On the Road")

  • This is the story of America. Everybody's doing what they think they're supposed to do.
    (Jack Kerouac, "On the Road")


  • For the first time in my life the weather was not something that touched me, that caressed me, froze or sweated me, but became me.
    (Jack Kerouac, "On the Road")

  • I never saw such crazy musicians. Everybody in Frisco blew. It was the end of the continent; they didn't give a damn.
    (Jack Kerouac, "On the Road")

  • It was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing. This we did.
    (Jack Kerouac, "On the Road")

  • Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.
    (Jack Kerouac, "On the Road")

  • This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read.
    (Jack Kerouac, "On the Road")

  • Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.
    (Jack Kerouac, "On the Road")

  • I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness.
    (Jack Kerouac, "On the Road")

  • It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night.
    (Jack Kerouac, "On the Road")

  • Texas is undeniable...We were already almost out of America and yet definitely in it and in the middle of where it's maddest.
    (Jack Kerouac, "On the Road")

  • We agreed to love each other madly.
    (Jack Kerouac, "On the Road")


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