We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).
Jack Kerouac, On the Road.
“A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.”
“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with trave...”
“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life”
“But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?”
“I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.”
“Man, wow, there's so many things to do, so many things to write! How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fe...”
“I do not know where to go, but I have been on the road.”
“While she was in transit, being unattached was exhilarating, but the moment she stopped, so did the high.”
“The natural tenderness and delicacy of our constitution, added to the many dangers we are subject to from your sex, renders it almost impossible for a single lady to travel without injury to her ch...”
“...how many of us have a moved heart that shies away to a different angle, a millimetre or even less from the place where it first existed, some repositioning unknown to us.”