Quotes from Jack Kerouac

It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.

and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?

No matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.

The more ups and downs, the more joy I feel. The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel.

I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of 'thinking' and 'enjoying' what they call 'living', I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.

If you own a rug you own too much.

I want to marry a [guy], so i can rest my soul with [him] till we both get old. This can't go on all the time-- all this franticness and jumping around. We've got to go someplace, find something.

I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.

I don't wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man I wanta be enlightened by actions.

The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.

What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?

Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can't fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.

Nothing ever happened - Not even this

She talks with a broken heart - Her voice lutes brokenly like a heart lost, musically too, like in a lost grove, it's almost too much to bear sometimes like some fantastic futuristic Jerry Southern singer in a nightclub who steps up to the mike in the spotlight in Las Vegas but doesn't even have to sing, just talk, to make men sigh and women wonder I guess...

Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.

I was having a wonderful time and the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams.

Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.

i wish the whole world was dead serious about food instead of silly rockets and machines and explosives using everybody's food money to blow their heads off anyway.

We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.

and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was

Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?

cliches are truisms and all truisms are true

but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.