Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night? – Jack Kerouac
Mankind is like dogs, not gods – as long as you dont get mad theyll bite you – but stay mad and youll never be bitten. Dogs dont respect humility and sorrow. – Jack Kerouac
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. – Jack Kerouac
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life. – Jack Kerouac