Quotes from Jack Kerouac

The poet becomes a seer through a long, immense, and reasoned derangement of all the senses. All shapes of love, suffering, madness. He searches himself, he exhausts all poisons in himself, to keep only the quintessences …' Burroughs

the waves—the woods are dreaming

why not I be like the Void, inexhaustibly fertile, beyond serenity, beyond even gladness, just Old Jack

barmen, radyoyu açm??t?. bir haber sunucusu bir sirk yang?n?ndan bahsediyordu ve ÅŸöyle denildiÄŸini iÅŸittim: ve hipopotamlar tanklar?nda haÅŸlan?p öldüler. bu ayr?nt?lar? radyo spikerlerinin karakteristik tatl? dilli, hevesli üslubuyla anlat?yordu...

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 and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" What did they call such young people in Goethe's Germany?

At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, were as big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince of the Dharma who's lost his ancestral grove and journeys across the spaces between points in the handle of the Big Dipper, trying to find it again.

I suddenly realized it was fall and that I was going back to New York.

one of the biggest troubles hitchhiking is having to talk to innumerable people, make them feel that they didn't make a mistake picking you up, even entertain them almost, all of which is a great strain when you are going all the way and don't plan to stay in hotels.

I dreamed and woke up to a gray dawn, saw it, sniffed (because I had seen all the horizon shift as if a sceneshifter had hurried to put it back in place and make me believe in its reality), and went back to sleep, turning over. It's all the same thing, I heard my voice say in the void that's highly embraceable during sleep.

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

I wanted to go and get Rita again and tell her a lot more things, and really make love to her this time, and calm her fears about men. Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk - real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.

Late afternoon, it was I not the void that changed.

In all, what Neal was, simply, was tremendously excited with life, and though he was a con-man he was only conning because he wanted so much to live and also to get involved with people that would otherwise pay no attention to him. He

Try the meditation of the trail, just walk along looking at the trail at your feet and don't look about and just fall into a trance as the ground zips by.

For the next week that was all I heard – mañana, a lovely word and one that probably means heaven. Little

Ä°nsanlardan uzakla??rken arkana bak?p da onlar? yavaÅŸ yavaÅŸ gözden kaybolan birer leke olarak gördüÄŸünde kap?ld???n o duygu nedir? Fazlas?yla büyük olan dünyan?n bizi içine yuvarlamas?d?r, vedad?r bu. Ne ki, gökyüzünün alt?nda bizi bir bekleyen bir sonraki ç?lg?n serüvene doÄŸru uzan?r?z yine.

Although my aunt warned me that he would get me in trouble, I could hear a new call and see a new horizon...

Smith you don't realize it's a privilege to practice giving presents to others.

Galatea Dunkel was a tenacious loser.

Life is not an apology.

The whole purpose of mountain-climbing to me isn't just to show off you can get to the top, it's getting out to this wild country.

A peaceful sorrow at home is the best I'll ever be able to offer the world, in the end, and so I told my desolation angels goodbye. A new life for me.

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.

but I run away from the seashore and never came back again without that secret knowledge; that it didnt want me there, that I was a fool to sit there in the first place, the sea has its waves, the man has his fireside, period.