Quotes about Exploration
The road must eventually lead to the whole world. Ain't nowhere else it can go - right?
- Jack Kerouac
Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain." Jack Kerouac
- Jack Kerouac
I wanta swim in rivers and drink goatmilk and talk with priests and just read Chinese books and amble around the valleys talking to farmers and their children.
- Jack Kerouac
I've got my full rucksack pack and it's spring, I'm going to go Southwest to the dry land, to the long lone land of Texas and Chihuahua and the gay streets of Mexico night, music coming out of doors, girls, wine, weed, wild hats, viva! What does it matter? Like the ants that have nothing to do but dig all day, I have nothing to do but what I want and be kind and remain nevertheless uninfluenced by imaginary judgments and pray for the light.
- Jack Kerouac
You can't live in this world but there's no where else to go.
- Jack Kerouac
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.
- Jack Kerouac
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?
- Jack Kerouac
Hopalong Cassidy conducting his great white horse across the traffic;
- Jack Kerouac
With the coming of Dean Moriarity began the part of my life you could call my life on the road.
- Jack Kerouac
The whole purpose of mountain-climbing to me isn't just to show off you can get to the top, it's getting out to this wild country.
- Jack Kerouac
There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars...
- Jack Kerouac
On rails we leaned and looked at the great brown father of waters rolling down from mid-America like the torrent of broken souls
- Jack Kerouac