God was gone; it was the silence of his departure. It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night. Dean was popeyed with awe. This madness would lead nowhere. I didn't know what was happening to me, and I suddenly realized it was only the tea that we were smoking; Dean had bought some in New York. It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.
Jack Kerouac...the tale that's told for no other reason but companionship, which is another (and my favorite) definition of literature, the tale that's told for companionship and to teach something religious, of religious reverence, about real life, in this real world which literature should (and here does) reflect.
Jack KerouacMy aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.
Jack KerouacBecause in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain
Jack Kerouac