Quotes About Adventure

It was remarkable how Dean could go mad and then suddenly continue with his soul - which I think is wrapped up in a fast car, a coast to reach, and a woman at the end of the road - calmly and sanely as though nothing had happened.

I have finally taught Dean that he can do anything he wants, become mayor of Denver, marry a millionaires, or become the greatest poet since Rimbaud. But he keeps rushing out to see the midget auto races. I go with him.

Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.

You can't live in this world but there's no where else to go.

It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow

Basta seguire la strada e prima o poi si fa il giro del mondo. Non può finire in nessun altro posto, no?

It was a joy, though, to get down into the valley and lose sight of all that open sky space underneath everything and finally, as it got graying five o'clocking, about a hundred yards from the other boys and walking alone, to just pick my way singing and thinking along the little black cruds of a deer trail through the rocks, no call to think or look ahead or worry, just follow the little balls of deer crud with your eyes cast down and enjoy life.

This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read - Sal Paradise, On The Road

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!»

It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

But why think about that when all the golden land's ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?

But no matter, the road is life.

As we rode in the bus in the weird phosphorescent void of the Lincoln Tunnel we leaned on each other with fingers waving and yelled and talked excitedly, and I was beginning to get the bug like Dean.

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)

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.

I told you it was kicks. Everybody's kicks, man!

What are you going to do with yourself, Ed? I asked. I don't know, he said. I just go along. I dig life. He repeated it, following Dean's line. He had no direction. He sat reminiscing about that night in Chicago and the hot coffee cakes in the lonely room.

If you keep this up you'll both go crazy, but let me know what happens as you go along.

And for the first time in my life, the following afternoon, I went into the West.

the way to the bottom of South America where the Indians are seven feet tall and eat cocaine on the mountainside?

Es que el mundo que nos rodea es demasiado grande, y es el adios. Pero nos lanzamos hacia adelante en busca de la proxima aventura disparatada bajo los cielos.

Non si può vivere in questo mondo, ma non c'è nessun altro posto dove andare.

I'd rather walk than ride the airplane, I can fall on the ground flat on my face and die that way.

Whoo, Frisco nights, the end of the continent and the end of doubt, all dull doubt and tomfoolery, good-by