“ That year, a middle-aged acquaintance asked me what my favorite book was and I said "On the Road." He smiled, said, "That was my favorite book at sixteen." At the time , I thought he was patronizing m… Sarah Vowell
“ When we are able to break free from the imprisonment of our little, small self-thinking and dare to face the essence of life, we recognize we are never at home with ourselves. We are always on the roa… Erik Pevernagie
“ And I realized no matter what you do it’s bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad. Jack Kerouac
“ All that old road of the past unreeling dizzily as if the cup of life had been overturned and everything gone mad. My eyes ached in nightmare day (235). Jack Kerouac
“ We all grew up, those of us who took to heart. We came to cringe a little at our old favorite poet, concluding that God was likely never Pooh Bear, that sometimes New York and California could be jus… Sarah Vowell
“ I didn't know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being. Jack Kerouac
“ The open road. Seemingly my only friend for years upon end since leaving war. The road embraced me, let me breathe, and more importantly, did not judge me. M.B. Dallocchio
“ At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, were as big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince who's lost his ancestral home and journeys across the spaces trying… Jack Kerouac
“ The whole town had instantly gone to bed; the only noise now was barking dogs. How could I ever sleep? Thousands of mosquitoes had already bitten all of us on chest and arms and ankles. Then a bright… Jack Kerouac
“ The landscape started hard, sharp black mountains over my shoulder and thirsty young saguaros hugging patchy dirt. Gradually it let go, began to green on me a little. I crossed a river, watched succul… Laurie Perez
“ All I wanted was to live a life where I could be me, and be okay with that. I had no need for material possessions, money or even close friends with me on my journey. I never understood people very we… Charlotte Eriksson
“ Like seasonless fowl we migrate…from East Coast to West Coastand back and forth again,for a job,for a friend,for a change,for a kick. Lenore Kandel
“ Maybe I can learn to live in a way that makes it worth writing about, and maybe I can actually become something more than this empty shell. Charlotte Eriksson
“ Well, at least this is what I told myself every day as I fell asleep with the fire still burning and the moon shining high up in the sky and my head spinning comforting from two bottles of wine, and I… Charlotte Eriksson
“ Am I making something worth while?I’m not sure.I write and I sing and I hear words from time to time about my life and choices making ways, into other lives, other hearts,but am I making something wor… Charlotte Eriksson
