| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| fe0ac11 | At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, were as big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince who's lost his ancestral home and journeys across the spaces trying to find it again, and knows he never will. | on-the-road sal-paradise stars | Jack Kerouac | |
| 5003321 | Paradise!' he screamed. 'The one and only indispensable Paradise. | beatnik kerouac on-the-road remi-boncoeur sal-paradise | Jack Kerouac |