“And it’s finally only in the woods you get that nostalgia for 'cities' at last, you dream of long gray journeys to cities where soft evenings’ll unfold like Paris but never seeing how sickening it will be because of the primordial innocence of health and stillness in the wilds — So I tell myself 'Be Wise.'”
More from Jack Kerouac
“I'm a wretch. But I love, love.”
“It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too…”
“Pain or love or danger makes you real again...”
“There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.”