What is a rainbow, Lord?
A hoop for the lowly.
Los huesos humanos no son más que vanas líneas que se desvanecen, el universo entero un vacío molde de estrellas.
Jack KerouacVinny's was the scene of suicide hookies.
Jack KerouacI actually got so drunk I wrapped myself around the toilet bowl of the Scollay Square Cafe and got pissed and puked on all night long by a thousand sailors and seamen and when I woke up in the morning and found myself all covered and caked and unspeakably dirty I just like a good old Boston man walked down to the Atlantic Avenue docks and jumped into the sea.
Jack KerouacArtist or no-artist, I can't pass up a piece of fried chicken when I see one.
Jack KerouacOut on the road outside Cheyenne Wells a great argument developed between Pomeray and Old Bull as to whether they were going to buy a little whiskey or lot of wine, one being a wino, the other an alcoholic. Not having eaten for a long time, feverish, they leaped out of the car and started making brawling gestures at each other which were supposed to represent a fistfight between two men...and the next moment they were embracing each other, old Pomeray tearfully, Old Bull raising his eyes with lonely sarcasm at the huge and indefatigable heavens above Colorado...because everybody was in a hole during the Depression, and felt it
Jack Kerouac...the innocent seriousness with which she told her story and I'd listened to so often and myself told-- wide eyed hugging in heaven together-- hipsters of America in the 1950's sitting in a dim room-- the clash of the streets beyond the window's bare soft sill.
Jack KerouacOh what was the racket that backeted and smashed in raging might, to make this oil-puddle world?--
Jack KerouacYou just wait patiently like you always do in America among those apparently endless policemen and their endless laws against (no laws for) -- but the moment you cross the little wire gate and you're in Mexico, you feel like you just sneaked out of school when you told the teacher you were sick and she told you you could go home, 2 o'clock in the afternoon.
Jack KerouacI'll write long sad tales about people in the legend of my life - This part is my part of the movie, let's hear yours.
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