Quotes from Jack Kerouac

Gus was looking at him for confirmation of all his sorrows.

be in love with your life. every detail of it.

What is the universe but a lot of waves And a craving desire is a wave…

I fear mostly my inability to capture all the things that come, I fear their mysterious source, I fear their fate, I fear me, in short. This is true…it's like finding a river of gold when you haven't even got a cup to save a cupful…you've but a thimble, and that thimble is your pathetic brain and labour and humanness.

You'd never care to plant some roots in society, I suppose," mused the other.

Becoming acquainted and swallowing fears and settling down to life in the little cabin with its warm glow of woodstove and kerosene lamp and let the ghosts fly their asses off

That Rollo Greb is the greatest, most wonderful of all. That's what I was trying to tell you - that's what I want to be. I want to be like him. He's never hung-up, he goes every direction, he lets it all out, he knows time, he has nothing to do but rock back and forth. Man, he's the end! You see, if you go like him all the time you'll finally get it.

I've got my full rucksack pack and it's spring, I'm going to go Southwest to the dry land, to the long lone land of Texas and Chihuahua and the gay streets of Mexico night, music coming out of doors, girls, wine, weed, wild hats, viva! What does it matter? Like the ants that have nothing to do but dig all day, I have nothing to do but what I want and be kind and remain nevertheless uninfluenced by imaginary judgments and pray for the light.

now this warm thought of greatness is a big chill in the wind—for

Smith, you don't realize it's a privilege to practice giving presents to others.' The way he did it was charming; there was nothing glittery and Christmasy about it, but almost sad, and sometimes his gifts were old beat-up things but they had the charm of usefulness and sadness of his giving.

Can't you just see all those enlightened monkey men sitting around a roaring woodfire around their Buddha saying nothing and knowing everything?

No uses el teléfono, la gente nunca está lista para responder. Usa la poesia

I wanted to put my hand to an enormous paean which would unify my vision of America with words spilled out in the modern spontaneous method. Instead of just a horizontal account of travels on the road, I wanted a vertical, metaphysical study. ... This feeling may soon be obsolete as America enters its High Civilization period and no one will get sentimental or poetic any more about trains and dew on fences at dawn in Missouri.

My eyes were glued on life, and they were full of tears.

O how wonderful life is, how miraculous, God made this and God made that, how do you know he doesn't hate what He did: He might even be drunk and not noticing what he went and done tho of course that's not true

He and I suddenly saw the whole country like an oyster for us to open; and the pearl was there, the pearl was there.

it's a privilege to practice giving presents to others. The way he did it was charming; there was nothing glittery and Christmasy about it, but almost sad, and sometimes his gifts were old beat-up things but they had the charm of usefulness and sadness of his giving.

We stopped in the unimaginable softness (293).

i've no time To dally hassel In your heart's house, It's too gray I'm too cold- I wanta go to Golden, That's my home.

Beautiful girls Just primp But beautiful boys Do suffer.

I see as much as doors'll allow, open or shut

I couldn't meet a girl without saying to myself, What kind of wife would she make?

But you can go on thinking and imagining forever further and stop at no decisions to pick up a bag for the thinkings. Turn your thinking into your work, your thoughts a book, in sieges.

Every now and then a clear harmonic cry gave new suggestions of a tune that would someday be the only tune in the word and would raise mean's souls to joy.