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“We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague plans to meet in Frisco.”

Quote by Jack Kerouac

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On the Road

Considered a cornerstone of the Beat Generation, this novel follows the adventures of a young man and his friends across the United States in a quest for meaning and experience. more

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Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouac

Jack Kerouac, born on March 12, 1922, in Lowell, Massachusetts, was an influential American novelist. Known for his autobiographical novels and beat literature, his most famous work is 'On the Road'. Kerouac's writings had a profound impact on American culture in the 1960s. more

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