# Quote — Jack Kerouac, On the Road

> It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness of the late afternoon of time.

- Author: [Jack Kerouac](https://www.leafyquotes.com/jack-kerouac.md)
- Book: [On the Road](https://www.leafyquotes.com/jack-kerouac/on-the-road.md)
- Source: [Wikiquote](https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/On_the_Road#Part_two) ([CC BY-SA 4.0](https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/))
- Quote page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/jack-kerouac/on-the-road/it-seemed-like

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> The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

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> I want to be like him. He's never hung-up, he goes every direction, he lets it all out, he knows time, he has nothing to do but rock back and forth. Man, he's the end! You see, if you go like him all the time you'll finally get it.

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> The driver was a fiddler for a California cowboy band. He had a brand-new car and drove eighty miles an hour. ‘I don’t drink when I drive,’ he said and handed me a pint. I took a drink and offered him one. ‘What the hail,’ he said and drank.

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