And before me was the great raw bulge and bulk of my American continent; somewhat far across, gloomy, crazy New York was throwing up its cloud of dust and brown steam. There is something brown and holy about the East; and California is white like washlines and emptyheaded - at least that's what I thought then.
Jack KerouacAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer, Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: March 12, 1922
- Died: October 21, 1969