It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time.
Jack KerouacMots clés travel california san-francisco
As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk
Jack KerouacLet the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.
Jack KerouacMots clés jack-kerouac
That's the story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor.
Jack KerouacI wandered out like a haggard ghost, and there she was, Frisco - long, bleak streets with trolley wires all shrouded in fog and whiteness. I stumbled around a few blocks. Weird bums (Mission and Third) asked me for dimes in the dawn.
Jack KerouacMots clés still-true
Though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are still pretty glorious.
Jack KerouacSal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.'
'Where we going, man?'
'I don't know but we gotta go.
Somewhere along the line I knew there'd be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me.
Jack KerouacWe fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess--across the night...
Jack KerouacWhy think about that when all the golden land's ahead of you and all kinds of unforeseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?
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