He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.
Jack KerouacWhat is he aching to do? What are we all aching to do? What do we want?โ She didnโt know. She yawned. She was sleepy. It was too much. Nobody could tell. Nobody would ever tell. It was all over. She was eighteen and most lovely, and lost.
Jack Kerouacand never really thought I'd amount to anything. It was precisely what I wanted the whole world to think; then I could sneak in, if that's what they wanted, and sneak out again, which I did.
Jack Kerouac