I read On the Road in maybe 1959. It changed my life like it changed everyone else's.
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I read On the Road in maybe 1959. It changed my life like it changed everyone else's.
Attribution disputed; shown as originally published.
Impact varies by reader; not everyone will have the same experience.
Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat.
Someone handed me Mexico City Blues in St. Paul [Minnesota] in 1959 and it blew my mind. It was the first poetry that spoke my own language.
I consider On The Road sort of holy because it helped change my life as it did to so many others and as it continues to do so. Jack wanted his papers enshrined…
Literature is mostly about having sex and not much about having children. Life is the other way round.
I keep saying, Shakspeare, Shakspeare, you are as obscure as life is.
For greatness after all, in spite of its name, appears to be not so much a certain size as a certain quality in human lives. It may be present in lives whose r…