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 centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
—  Jack Kerouc
All My Favorite Parts of On The Road

Kerouac is a Top Three writer. I went through my copy of On The Road to find all my favorite passages.

“I’d often dreamed of going West to see the country, always vaguely planning and never taking off.”

“for him sex was the one and only holy and important thing in life, although he had to sweat and curse to make a living and so on.”

“What did it matter? I was a young writer and I wanted to take off.”

“I took a big swig of the wild, lyrical, drizzling air of Nebraska.”

“I just won’t sleep I decided. There were so many other interesting things to do.”

“Lucille would never understand me because I like too many things and I get all confused and hung-up and 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.”

“With frantic Dean I was rushing through the world without a chance to see it.”

“It was like the imminent arrival of Gargantua; preparations had to be made to widen the gutters of Denver and foreshorten certain laws to fit his suffering bulk and bursting ecstasies.”

 Vagabondi del Dharma che si rifiutano di aderire alle generali richieste ch'essi consumino prodotti e perciò siano costretti a lavorare per ottenere il privilegio di consumare tutte quelle schifezze che tanto nemmeno volevano veramente come frigoriferi, apparecchi televisivi, macchine, almeno macchine nuove ultimo modello, certe brillantine per capelli e deodoranti e generale robaccia che una settimana dopo si finisce col vedere nell'immondezza, tutti prigionieri di un sistema di lavora, produci, consuma, lavora, produci, consuma, ho negli occhi la visione di un'immensa rivoluzione di zaini migliaia o addirittura milioni di giovani americani che vanno in giro con uno zaino, che salgono sulle montagne per pregare, fanno ridere i bambini e rendono allegri i vecchi, fanno felici le ragazze e ancor più felici le vecchie, tutti Pazzi Zen che vanno in giro scrivendo poesie che per puro caso spuntano nella loro testa senza una ragione al mondo e inoltre essendo gentili nonché con certi strani imprevedibili gesti continuano a elargire visioni di libertà eterna a ognuno e a tutte le creature viventi.,,

Jack Kerouac - I vagabondi del Dharma

Isn’t it true that you start your life a sweet child, believing in everything under your father’s roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome, grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life.
—  Jack Kerouac, On the Road, Part 1, Ch. 13

Tom Waits - Home I’ll Never Be (Jack Kerouac Cover)

Bizarre dinosaur clay-mation.