because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars… - Jack Kerouac

There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.

"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 stillnes in the wilds- So I tell myself "Be Wise.

I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life but that great consciousness of life.

"If critics say your work stinks it's because they want it to stink and they can make it stink by scaring you into conformity with their comfortable little standards. Standards so low that they can no longer be considered "dangerous" but set in place in their compartmental understandings."