That voice in the back of your head, does it drive you insane or have you come to control and silence it? Jack Kerouac didn't believe in silence of the mind. He stayed true to his own opinions, and didn't buy into all of the bull crap everyone else gets sucked into. He knew what reality meant to him, and that all that really mattered. On The Road is not considered the novel of the …showed first 75 words of 852 total…

…showed last 75 words of 852 total…night?" <Tab/>"He rides around on his bike, he hangs out in front of the soda fountain." <Tab/>"What is he aching to do? What are we all aching to do? What do we want?" <Tab/>"She didn't know. She yawned. She was sleepy. It was too much. Nobody could tell. It was all over. She was eighteen and most lovely, and lost."