Цитаты из книги Ճանապարհին (Բնագիր գլանափաթեթ)

В Америке таких милых полицейских Господь никогда не создавал.

...Man, you dig all this.” He was poking me furiously in the ribs to understand. I tried my wildest best. Bing, bang, it was all Yes! Yes! Yes! in the back seat and the people up front were mopping their brows with fright and wishing they’d never picked us up at the travel bureau.

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Bull had a sentimental streak about the old days in America, especially 1910, when you could get morphine in a drugstore without prescription and Chinese smoked opium in their evening windows and the country was wild and brawling and free, with abundance and any kind of freedom for everyone.

К чему он стремится? К чему стремимся все мы? Чего мы хотим?

He began to learn “Yes!” to everything, just like Dean at this time, and hasn’t stopped since.

Terry and I gazed at the stars together and kissed. “Mañana,” she said. “Everything’ll be all right tomorrow, don’t you think, Sal-honey, man?” “Sure, baby, mañana.” It was always mañana. For the next week that was all I heard — mañana, a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.

I never confessed this to her. We ate breakfast and a pimp kept watching us

Кент был весь из себя оскорбление.

.. и в ответ единственно получил две солнечные улыбки и крупные белые зубы, вскормленные на кукурузе.

I pointed my finger at them and said, “If you keep this up you’ll both go crazy, but let me know what happens as you go along.”

Nonetheless we understood each other on other levels of madness,..

Although my aunt warned me that he would get me in trouble, I could hear a new call and see a new horizon, and believe it at my young age; and a little bit of trouble or even Dean’s eventual ‘rejection of me as a buddy, putting me down, as he would later, on starving sidewalks and sickbeds — what did it matter?

From that moment on I saw very little of Dean, and I was a little sorry too. Their energies met head-on, I was a lout compared, I couldn’t keep up with them.

He was simply a youth tremendously excited with life, and though he was a con-man, he was only conning because he wanted so much to live and to get involved with people who would otherwise pay no attention to him. He was conning me and I knew it (for room and board and “how-to-write,” etc.), and he knew I knew (this has been the basis of our relationship), but I didn’t care and we got along fine — no pestering, no catering; we tiptoed around each other like heartbreaking new friends.

Чувак, ты можешь себе вообразить: вдруг в этих болотах мы натыкаемся на джазовую точку, а там клевые черные мужики стонут блюзы под гитару, потягивают змеиный сок и делают нам ручкой?

– Мало того – ты еще и ведешь себя очень глупо. Тебе никогда не приходит в голову, что жизнь – это серьезно, и что есть люди, которые пытаются прожить ее с толком вместо того, чтобы все время валять дурака.

Вот кем был Дин – СВЯТЫМ ШУТОМ.

What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.