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…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 and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!
On The Road by Jack Kerouac, which I really should get to reading before I finish my own road trip, and before it is released later this year (?) as a Major Motion Picture.
Works Yard “…because 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 and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’” Jack Kerouac - On The Road I hope I can actually get to On The Road before the end of my road trip. While in Oklahoma over July 4th, we went to stock up on fireworks even though there was a ban on due to the ridiculously dry conditions. I guess I’ve never witnessed an Independence Day celebration ever, let alone somewhere flat where you can see municipal fireworks from different counties for a hundred miles in every direction. It was quite amazing to see the entire horizon lit up, fading off into the distance.

Works Yard

“…because 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 and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’”

  • Jack Kerouac - On The Road

I hope I can actually get to On The Road before the end of my road trip. While in Oklahoma over July 4th, we went to stock up on fireworks even though there was a ban on due to the ridiculously dry conditions.

I guess I’ve never witnessed an Independence Day celebration ever, let alone somewhere flat where you can see municipal fireworks from different counties for a hundred miles in every direction. It was quite amazing to see the entire horizon lit up, fading off into the distance.

“He giggled maniacally and didn’t care; he rubbed his fly, stuck his finger in Marylou’s dress, slurped up her knee, frothed at the mouth, and said, ‘Darling, you know and I know that everything is straight between us at last beyond the furthest abstract definition in metaphysical terms or any terms you want to specify or sweetly impose or harken back…’ and so on, and zoom went the car and we were off again for California.” — Jack Kerouac - On The Road

“He giggled maniacally and didn’t care; he rubbed his fly, stuck his finger in Marylou’s dress, slurped up her knee, frothed at the mouth, and said, ‘Darling, you know and I know that everything is straight between us at last beyond the furthest abstract definition in metaphysical terms or any terms you want to specify or sweetly impose or harken back…’ and so on, and zoom went the car and we were off again for California.”

— Jack Kerouac - On The Road

“Three days three nights of talk in the Ace Hotel, third floor, southeast corner room, holy memento room and sacred scene of my days—she was so sweet then, so young, hmm, ahh!” — Jack Kerouac - On The Road

“Three days three nights of talk in the Ace Hotel, third floor, southeast corner room, holy memento room and sacred scene of my days—she was so sweet then, so young, hmm, ahh!”

— Jack Kerouac - On The Road

“I realized I was beginning to cross and recross towns in America as though I were a traveling salesman—raggedy travelings, bad stock, rotten beans in the bottom of my bag of tricks, nobody buying.” — Jack Kerouac - On the Road

“I realized I was beginning to cross and recross towns in America as though I were a traveling salesman—raggedy travelings, bad stock, rotten beans in the bottom of my bag of tricks, nobody buying.”

— Jack Kerouac - On the Road

“What are you going to do with yourself, Ed?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he said. “I just go along. I dig life.” He repeated it, following Dean’s line. He had no direction. He sat reminiscing about that night in Chicago and the hot coffee cakes in the lonely room. — Jack Kerouac - On the Road

“What are you going to do with yourself, Ed?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he said. “I just go along. I dig life.” He repeated it, following Dean’s line. He had no direction. He sat reminiscing about that night in Chicago and the hot coffee cakes in the lonely room.

— Jack Kerouac - On the Road

“Then we turned our faces to Mexico with bashfulness and wonder as those dozens of Mexican cats watched us from under their secret hatbrims in the night. Beyond were music and all-night restaurants with smoke pouring out of the door. ‘Whee,’ whispered Dean very softly.” — Jack Kerouac - On The Road

“Then we turned our faces to Mexico with bashfulness and wonder as those dozens of Mexican cats watched us from under their secret hatbrims in the night. Beyond were music and all-night restaurants with smoke pouring out of the door. ‘Whee,’ whispered Dean very softly.”

— Jack Kerouac - On The Road

“I looked up out of the dark swirl of my mind and I knew I was on a bed eight thousand feet above sea level, on a roof of the world, and I knew that I had lived a whole life and many others in the poor atomistic husk of my flesh, and I had all the dreams.” — Jack Kerouac - On The Road

“I looked up out of the dark swirl of my mind and I knew I was on a bed eight thousand feet above sea level, on a roof of the world, and I knew that I had lived a whole life and many others in the poor atomistic husk of my flesh, and I had all the dreams.”

— Jack Kerouac - On The Road

“Yass, yass. He said he wants to see the ‘babby’ spelt with two b’s when he can get to Frisco.” — Jack Kerouac - On The Road Welcome to the world, James!

“Yass, yass. He said he wants to see the ‘babby’ spelt with two b’s when he can get to Frisco.”

— Jack Kerouac - On The Road

Welcome to the world, James!

“A cricket kept me awake for some time. At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, are big as roman candles and as lonely as the Prince of the Dharma who’s lost his ancestral grove and journeys across the spaces between points in the handle of the Big Dipper, trying to find it again. So they slowly wheeled the night, and then long before actual sunrise the great red light appeared far over the dun bleak land toward West Kansas and the birds took up their trill above Denver.” — Jack Kerouac - On The Road Speaking of stars, driving the donk at night is like living in a rural area - when was the last time you were in a moving vehicle that doesn’t have a single interior light or illuminated indicator? It’s kind of nice to only be able to see things outside.

“A cricket kept me awake for some time. At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, are big as roman candles and as lonely as the Prince of the Dharma who’s lost his ancestral grove and journeys across the spaces between points in the handle of the Big Dipper, trying to find it again. So they slowly wheeled the night, and then long before actual sunrise the great red light appeared far over the dun bleak land toward West Kansas and the birds took up their trill above Denver.”

— Jack Kerouac - On The Road

Speaking of stars, driving the donk at night is like living in a rural area - when was the last time you were in a moving vehicle that doesn’t have a single interior light or illuminated indicator? It’s kind of nice to only be able to see things outside.

“Then we turned our faces to Mexico with bashfulness and wonder as those dozens of Mexican cats watched us from under their secret hatbrims in the night. Beyond were music and all-night restaurants with smoke pouring out of the door. “Whee,” whispered Dean very softly.” — Jack Kerouac - On The Road

“Then we turned our faces to Mexico with bashfulness and wonder as those dozens of Mexican cats watched us from under their secret hatbrims in the night. Beyond were music and all-night restaurants with smoke pouring out of the door. “Whee,” whispered Dean very softly.”

— Jack Kerouac - On The Road