First published in 1957, this novel epitomized to the world the Beat philosophy. It chronicles a spontaneous and wandering life style founded both on jazz and drug-induced visions.
“"I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"”
“"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. "”
“"He liked cats, especially the ones that squealed when you held 'em over the bath tub."”Kerouac
“It was as hot as the inside of a baker's oven on a June night in New Orleans.”
“We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.”
“Gad, what was I doing three thousand miles from home? Why had I come here?”
“The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death.”Sal Paradise
“Pero entonces bailaban por las calles como peonzas enloquecidas, y yo vacilaba tras ellos como he estado haciendo toda mi vida mientras sigo a la gente que me interesa, porque la única gente que me interesa está loca, la gente que está loca por vivir, loca por hablar, loca por salvarse, con ganas de todo al mismo tiempo, la gente que nunca bosteza ni habla de lugares comunes, sino que arde, arde como fabulosos cohetes amarillos explotando igual que arañas entre las estrellas y entonces se ve estallar una luz azul y todo el mundo suelta un <<Ahhh>>.”Jack sobre sus amigos
“"- ¿Qué será de nosotros cuando muramos?- Le pregunte en cierta ocasión.- Cuando uno se muere se muere, eso es todo - respondió. " <pp. 172>”
“Era triste ver cómo su elevada figura se perdía en la oscuridad mientras nos alejábamos, lo mismo que había pasado con las otras figuras de Nueva York y Nueva Orleans: se las veía inseguras bajo los inmensos cielos y todo lo que les rodeaba sumergido en la negrura. ¿Adónde ir? ¿Qué hacer?¿Para qué hacerlo...? Dormir. Pero nuestro grupo de locos se lanzaba hacia delante. <pp. 197>”
because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”Highlighted by 383 Kindle customers
I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that’s why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon.Highlighted by 182 Kindle customers
Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk—real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.Highlighted by 165 Kindle customers
I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was—I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.Highlighted by 146 Kindle customers
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.Highlighted by 134 Kindle customers
They were like the man with the dungeon stone and the gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.Highlighted by 120 Kindle customers
We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.Highlighted by 116 Kindle customers
LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets god-awful cold in the winter but there’s a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.Highlighted by 109 Kindle customers
A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.Highlighted by 99 Kindle customers
What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? —it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.Highlighted by 69 Kindle customers
Fast This Time: Jack Kerouac and the Writing of On the Road p.1
Howard Cunnell
Rewriting America: Kerouac's Nation of "Underground Monsters" p.53
Penny Vlagopoulos
"Into the Heart of Things": Neal Cassady and the Search for the Authentic p. 69
George Mouratidis
"The Straight Line Will Take You Only to Death": The Scroll Manuscript and Contemporary Literary Theory p.83
Joshua Kupetz
Suggested Further Reading p. 97
Acknowledgements p. 99
Note on the Text by Howard Cunnell p. 101
On the Road: The Original Scroll p. 107
Appendix by Howard Cunnell p. 401
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