Quotes about Adventure
I've got my full rucksack pack and it's spring, I'm going to go Southwest to the dry land, to the long lone land of Texas and Chihuahua and the gay streets of Mexico night, music coming out of doors, girls, wine, weed, wild hats, viva! What does it matter? Like the ants that have nothing to do but dig all day, I have nothing to do but what I want and be kind and remain nevertheless uninfluenced by imaginary judgments and pray for the light.
— Jack Kerouac
You can't live in this world but there's no where else to go.
— Jack Kerouac
I dunno, remember when we were in East St. Louis with George, and Jack you said you'd love those beautiful dancing girls if you knew they would live forever as beautiful as they are? (p. 173)
— Jack Kerouac
Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running - that's the way to live.
— Jack Kerouac
I'd rather walk than ride the airplane, I can fall on the ground flat on my face and die that way.
— Jack Kerouac
If I ever went to Paris,' said Francis, unexpectedly pensive, 'I think I would be very happy...
— Jack Kerouac
All over America highschool and college kids thinking 'Jack Duluoz is 26 years old and on the road all the time hitch hiking' while there I am almost 40 years old, bored and jaded
— Jack Kerouac
I woke up from a deep sleep to find everybody sleeping like lambs and the car parked God knows where, because I couldn't see out the steamy windows. I got out of the car. We were in the mountains: there was a heaven of sunrise, cool purple airs, red mountainsides, emerald pastures in valleys, dew, and transmuting clouds of gold; on the ground gopher holes, cactus, mesquite. It was time for me to drive on.
— Jack Kerouac
Hopalong Cassidy conducting his great white horse across the traffic;
— Jack Kerouac
And so we picked up our bags, he the trunk with his one good arm and I the rest, and staggered up to the cable-car stop; in a moment rolled down the hill with our legs dangling to the sidewalk from the jiggling shelf, two broken-down heroes of the Western night.
— Jack Kerouac
With the coming of Dean Moriarity began the part of my life you could call my life on the road.
— Jack Kerouac
The whole purpose of mountain-climbing to me isn't just to show off you can get to the top, it's getting out to this wild country.
— Jack Kerouac