Matthew

“Artist or no-artist, I can't pass up a piece of fried chicken when I see one.”
― Jack Kerouac, Visions of Gerard

“Oh what was the racket that backeted and smashed in raging might, to make this oil-puddle world?--”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“...the innocent seriousness with which she told her story and I'd listened to so often and myself told-- wide eyed hugging in heaven together-- hipsters of America in the 1950's sitting in a dim room-- the clash of the streets beyond the window's bare soft sill.”
― Jack Kerouac, The Subterraneans

“Out on the road outside Cheyenne Wells a great argument developed between Pomeray and Old Bull as to whether they were going to buy a little whiskey or lot of wine, one being a wino, the other an alcoholic. Not having eaten for a long time, feverish, they leaped out of the car and started making brawling gestures at each other which were supposed to represent a fistfight between two men...and the next moment they were embracing each other, old Pomeray tearfully, Old Bull raising his eyes with lonely sarcasm at the huge and indefatigable heavens above Colorado...because everybody was in a hole during the Depression, and felt it”
― Jack Kerouac, Visions of Cody