On the Road

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up on running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”

On the Road, p. 125-6
By Jack Kerouac
Published 1957

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  1. Love your site! I’m from LA and I certainly seem to keep finding a trend of more literary minded folk up north…Hopefully one day I’ll make it up there for good!

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