Quotes from Jack Kerouac

De?i?im toplumun s?hhatidir.

I suddenly saw the little hobo standing under a sad street lamp with his thumb stuck out--poor forlorn man, poor lost sometime boy, now broken ghost of the penniless wilds.

I wanta go to Tangiers, I want girls, I wanta write the biggest book in the world, I want spring to come, I want, I want-- Wanting, I get; getting, I lose; losing, I suffer; suffering, I die-- NOT WANTING, I DON'T GET NOT GETTING, I DON'T LOSE NOT LOSING, I DON'T SUFFER NOT SUFFERING, I DON'T DIE SUFFERING.

Buds in the snow —the deadly fight between two birds

Ah, holy hole!

They were like the man with the dungeon stone and the gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.

There ain't no such thing as lumberjack, that must be a Back East expression. Up here we call 'em loggers.

Hopalong Cassidy conducting his great white horse across the traffic;

And so we picked up our bags, he the trunk with his one good arm and I the rest, and staggered up to the cable-car stop; in a moment rolled down the hill with our legs dangling to the sidewalk from the jiggling shelf, two broken-down heroes of the Western night.

I haven't the courage, or perhaps the hardness, to withstand the tremendous pathos of this life. I love life's casual beauty- fear its awful strength.

They're so silent!" I said. "Yeah man, you know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sittin there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin.

Nothin to do, Oh poo! Practically blue.

I suddenly began to realize that everybody in America is a natural-born thief. I was getting the bug myself.

Con la aparición de Dean Moriarty comenzó la parte de mi vida que podría llamarse mi vida en la carretera

Don't be a sucker all your life, dummy up, ya dope.

Jail is where you promise yourself the right to live.

My philosophy is that you can't explain the world. It's too big and it's too crazy and sometimes it's funny and most of the time it's... strange.

Dean took out other pictures. I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered, stabilized-within-the-photo lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, or actual night, the hell of it, the senseless nightmare road.

Ripples in the upside-down lake of the void, is what I should have said. The bottom of the world is gold and the world is upside down.

AIN'T NEVER NOBODY LOVED ME like I love myself, cept my mother and she's dead.

What difference does it make after all? For what's heaven? What's Earth? All in the mind.

Trouble is, what would I do with her once I won her?- it's like winning an angel in hell and you are then entitled to go down with her to where it's worse or maybe there'll be light, some, down there, maybe it's me's crazy-

come to represent for all of us, I thought of all my friends from one end of the country to the other and how they were really all in the same vast backyard doing something so frantic and rushing-about.

I don't want to be courageous, my emotions are against it; I want to be happy