because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars...

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 in the late afternoon of time.

He and I suddenly saw the whole country like an oyster for us to open; and the pearl was there, the pearl was there.

- Dobbiamo andare e non fermarci finché non siamo arrivati.- Dove andiamo?- Non lo so, ma dobbiamo andare.

C'è sempre qualcosa di più, un po' più in là... non finisce mai.

We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).

My witness is the empty sky.

All of life is a foreign country.

The road must eventually lead to the whole world.