We stopped in the unimaginable softness (293).
Jack KerouacWe wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).
Jack KerouacMots clés travel wandering travel-writing
Every one of these things I said was a knife at myself. Everything I had ever secretly held against my brother was coming out: how ugly I was and what filth I was discovering in the depths of my own impure psychologies (214).
Jack KerouacBitterness, recriminations, advice, morality, sadness—everything was behind him, and ahead of him was the ragged and ecstatic joy of pure being (195).
Jack KerouacI wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.
Jack KerouacSuppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?
Jack KerouacMots clés kerouac beat-generation
New York gets god awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in the streets.
Jack KerouacWe were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.
Jack KerouacI like it because its ugly
Jack KerouacWhoo, Frisco nights, the end of the continent and the end of doubt, all dull doubt and tomfoolery, good-by
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