For the first time in my life the weather was not something that touched me, that caressed me, froze or sweated me, but became me.
Jack KerouacThe page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.
Jack Kerouac...[the photographer] can be considered a kind of disembodied burrowing eye, a conspirator against time and its hammers. His work, print after print of it, seems to call to be shown before the decay which it portrays flattens all... Here are the records of the age before an imminent collapse.
Jack KerouacSomewhere along the line I knew there'd be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me.
Jack Kerouac