Quote of the Week

Suddenly I found myself on Times Square. I had traveled eight thousand miles around the American continent and I was back on Times Square; and right in the middle of a rush hour, too, seeing with my innocent road-eyes the absolute madness and fantastic hoorair of New York with its millions and millions hustling forever for a buck among themselves, the mad dream—grabbing, taking, giving, sighing, dying, just so they could be buried in those awful cemetery cities beyond Long Island City.

-Jack Kerouac, On the Road

2 thoughts on “Quote of the Week

  1. Beautiful, sad Jack. Before the alcohol consumed him along with his oblique talent, he truely was a force of a ragging gentle nature.

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