“ 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
