The sun goes down long and red. All the magic names of the valley unrolled - Manteca, Madera, all the rest. Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon field; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. I stuck my head out the window and took deep breaths of the fragant air. It was the most beautiful of all moments.
Jack KerouacSo long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.
Jack KerouacI don't wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man I wanta be enlightened by actions.
Jack KerouacThe details are the life of it, I insist, say everything on your mind, donโt hold back, donโt analyze or anything as you go along, say it out.
Jack KerouacHer little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it. 'I love love,' she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that. You could have all your Peaches and Bettys and Marylous and Ritas and Camilles and Inezes in this world; this was my girl and my kind of girlsoul, and I told her that.
Jack Kerouac