Quotes About Exploration

When daybreak came we were zooming through New Jersey with the great cloud of Metropolitan New York rising before us in the snowy distance. Dean had a sweater wrapped around his ears to keep warm. He said we were a band of Arabs coming in to blow up New York.

Now we were on the great Texas plain and, as Dean said, You drive and drive and you're still in Texas tomorrow night.

With frantic Dean I was rushing through the world without a chance to see it.

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

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

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.

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.

He has to blow across bridges and come back and do it with such infinite feeling soul-exploratory for the tune of the moment that everybody knows it's not the tune that counts but IT.

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

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

This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read - Sal Paradise

What's your road, man? – holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow.

The Chinese call it woo The French les brumes The British Fog L A Smog Heaven Cellar Door

Nature endlessly in every direction inward to your body and outward into space.

We were so used to traveling we had to walk all over Long Island, but there was no more land, just the Atlantic Ocean, and we could only go so far.

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.

I'm merely exploring souls & cities From the vantage point Of my ivory tower built, Built with the assistance of Opium That's enough, isnt it?

I walked around the sad honkytonks of Curtis Street; young kids in jeans and red shirts; peanut shells, movie marquees, shooting parlours. Beyond the glittering street was darkness, and beyond the darkness the West. I had to go.