Jack Kerouac Quotes
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And I go home having lost her love. And write this book.
August 4, 2025 at 8:12 PM
And I go home having lost her love. And write this book.
The vast diamond silence of the forest
August 4, 2025 at 1:35 PM
The vast diamond silence of the forest
What difference does it make after all?—anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for what's heaven? what's earth? All in the mind.
August 4, 2025 at 7:21 AM
What difference does it make after all?—anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for what's heaven? what's earth? All in the mind.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars
August 4, 2025 at 3:07 AM
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars
history becomes fiction in the…act of being written down
August 3, 2025 at 8:11 PM
history becomes fiction in the…act of being written down
Books, shmooks, this sickness has got me wishing if I can ever get out of this I'll gladly become a millworker and shut my big mouth.
August 3, 2025 at 1:27 PM
Books, shmooks, this sickness has got me wishing if I can ever get out of this I'll gladly become a millworker and shut my big mouth.
then a clear harmonic cry gave new suggestions of a tune that would someday be the only tune in the world and would raise men's souls to joy.
August 3, 2025 at 7:11 AM
then a clear harmonic cry gave new suggestions of a tune that would someday be the only tune in the world and would raise men's souls to joy.
A tremendous thing happened when Dean met Carlo Marx. Two keen minds that they are, they took to each other at the drop of a hat. Two piercing eyes glanced into two piercing eyes––the holy con–man with the shining mind, and the sorrowful poetic con–man with the dark mind that is Carlo Marx.
August 3, 2025 at 3:05 AM
A tremendous thing happened when Dean met Carlo Marx. Two keen minds that they are, they took to each other at the drop of a hat. Two piercing eyes glanced into two piercing eyes––the holy con–man with the shining mind, and the sorrowful poetic con–man with the dark mind that is Carlo Marx.
He was BEAT – the root, the soul of Beatific.
August 2, 2025 at 8:09 PM
He was BEAT – the root, the soul of Beatific.
I remember him standing under a streetlamp.'Just as we passed that other lamp I was going to tell you a further thing, Sal, but now I am parenthetically continuing with a new thought and by the time we reach the next I'll return to the original subject, agreed?'I certainly agreed.
August 2, 2025 at 1:24 PM
I remember him standing under a streetlamp.'Just as we passed that other lamp I was going to tell you a further thing, Sal, but now I am parenthetically continuing with a new thought and by the time we reach the next I'll return to the original subject, agreed?'I certainly agreed.
I'm my mother's son & my mother is the universe
August 2, 2025 at 7:11 AM
I'm my mother's son & my mother is the universe
...the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams
August 2, 2025 at 2:48 AM
...the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams
Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream
August 1, 2025 at 8:12 PM
Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream
and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.
August 1, 2025 at 1:32 PM
and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.
I decided someday to become a Thoreau of the Mountains. To live like Jesus and Thoreau, except for women.
August 1, 2025 at 7:18 AM
I decided someday to become a Thoreau of the Mountains. To live like Jesus and Thoreau, except for women.
There he was, my chipmunk, in the bright clear windy sunny air staring on the rock; hands clasping he sat up straight, some little oat between his paws; he nibbled, he darted away, the little nutty lord of all he surveyed.
August 1, 2025 at 3:08 AM
There he was, my chipmunk, in the bright clear windy sunny air staring on the rock; hands clasping he sat up straight, some little oat between his paws; he nibbled, he darted away, the little nutty lord of all he surveyed.
As I imagine God to be doing this very minute, watching his own movie, which is us.
July 31, 2025 at 8:12 PM
As I imagine God to be doing this very minute, watching his own movie, which is us.
You'd never care to plant some roots insociety, I suppose,
July 31, 2025 at 1:41 PM
You'd never care to plant some roots insociety, I suppose,
..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was
July 31, 2025 at 7:16 AM
..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was
If you drop a rose in the Hudson River at its mysterious source in the Adiron dacks, think of all the places it journeys by as it goes out to sea forever—think of that wonderful Hudson Valley.
July 31, 2025 at 2:56 AM
If you drop a rose in the Hudson River at its mysterious source in the Adiron dacks, think of all the places it journeys by as it goes out to sea forever—think of that wonderful Hudson Valley.
nothing could disturb this wise calm, this sanity of soul
July 30, 2025 at 8:10 PM
nothing could disturb this wise calm, this sanity of soul
It all ends in tears anyway.
July 30, 2025 at 1:34 PM
It all ends in tears anyway.
So I went up and there she was, the girl with the pure and innocent dear eyes that I had always searched for and for so long. We agreed to love each other madly.
July 30, 2025 at 2:55 AM
So I went up and there she was, the girl with the pure and innocent dear eyes that I had always searched for and for so long. We agreed to love each other madly.
...Cody is furiously explaining to his little son Tim 'Never let the right hand know what your left hand is doing'...Page 100.
July 29, 2025 at 8:12 PM
...Cody is furiously explaining to his little son Tim 'Never let the right hand know what your left hand is doing'...Page 100.
I loved the way she said 'LA'; I love the way everybody says 'LA' on the Coast; it's their one and only golden town when all is said and done.
July 29, 2025 at 1:35 PM
I loved the way she said 'LA'; I love the way everybody says 'LA' on the Coast; it's their one and only golden town when all is said and done.