"Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon field; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. I stuck my head out the window and took deep breaths of the fragrant air. It was the most beautiful of all moments."
"Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug and talk and spit and be heavengoing."
Jei šita vasara būtų knyga, ji būtų Dž. Keruako "Kelyje".