“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
“I didn’t know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddamit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.”
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road
“My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it’s bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.”
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road
“I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.”
— Jack Kerouac
(A map drawn by Jack Kerouac of a hitchhiking trip he took from July to October 1947, much of which later became On The Road.)
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