Jack Kerouac

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.

My witness is the empty sky.

My manners, abominable at times, can be sweet.

Recollection is not something that I can summon up, it simply comes and I am the servant of it.

Well, I actually wrote her a letter a couple of days ago congratulating her. The tone I tried to convey in the letter is, look, you are a part of a great American historical process.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.