Jack Kerouac

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.

My witness is the empty sky.

I didn't dictate sections of 'Visions of Cody'. I typed up a segment of taped conversation with Neal Cassady, or Cody, talking about his early adventures in L.A. It's four chapters.

Why do men fight who were born to be brothers?

I laugh at absurdity hardest, then stories, then observations, then bearded men on roller skates.

America stands for the land of opportunity.