“All I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.”

—Jack Kerouac

“I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middle class philosophy out of it. I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.” ”

—On the Road, Jack Kerouac

“Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk — real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.”

—Jack Kerouac - On the Road

“...I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. ”

—Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“Everything’s alright, form is emptiness and emptiness is form, and we’re here forever, in one form or another, which is empty. Everything’s alright, we’re not here, there, or anywhere. Everything’s alright, cats sleep.”

—Jack Kerouac

“Gosto de muitas coisas ao mesmo tempo e me confundo inteiro e fico todo enrolado correndo de uma estrela cadente para outra até desistir. Assim é a noite, e é isso que ela faz com você, eu não tinha nada a oferecer a ninguém, a não ser minha própria confusão.”

—On the road, Jack Kerouac

“Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running—that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters. And if your cans are redhot and you can't hold them in your hands, just use good old railroad gloves, that's all.”

—Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
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