Quotes from Jack Kerouac

The air was so sweet in New Orleans it seemed to come in soft bandannas; and you could smell the river and really smell the people, and mud, and molasses, and every kind of tropical exhalation with your nose suddenly removed from the dry ices of a Northern winter. We bounced in our seats.

I have such a hopeless dream of walking or being there at night, nothing happens, I just pass, everything is unbearably over with.

We went to Old Bull Lee's house outside town near the river levee. It was on a road that ran across a swampy field. The house was a dilapidated old heap with sagging porches running around and weeping willows in the yard; the grass was a yard high, old fences leaned, old barns collapsed. There was no one in sight. We pulled right into the yard and saw washtubs on the back porch. I got out and went to the screen door.

the road is life.

All I hope, Dean, is someday we'll be able to live on the same street with our families and get to be a couple of oldtimers together.

L'universo intero era pazzo ed obliquo ed estremamente bizzarro.

0 the pain of telling these secrets which are so necessary to tell, or why write or live

And in fact I can see in Cody's eyes that he can see in my own eyes the regret we both feel that recently we havent had chances to talk whatever

At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, are big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince who's lost his ancestral home and journeys across the spaces trying to find it again, and knows he never will.

Se continuate così diventerete pazzi tutti e due, però fatemi sapere quel che succede mentre procedete.»

Bull had a sentimental streak about the old days in America, especially 1910, when you could get morphine in a drugstore without prescription and Chinese smoked opium.

Non è forse vero che si comincia la vita come un dolce fanciullo che crede in tutto ciò che sta sotto il tetto paterno ? Poi viene il giorno dei Laodicei, quando si sa che si è distrutti e miserabili e poveri e ciechi e nudi, e con l'aspetto di uno spettro repellente e oppresso ci si incammina tremando attraverso una vita piena d'incubi.

Things come but to go, all things made have to be unmade, and they'll have to be unmade simply because they were made!

he walked the French roads at night devising curses out of his innocent stock of words. He

I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was—I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds.

Tanr?, Ben YaÅŸanan?m, dediÄŸinde bütün bu vedalaÅŸmalar?n neye dair olduÄŸunu unutmuÅŸ olaca??z.

It was one of the worst winters in Texas and Western history, when cattle perished like flies in great blizzards and snow fell on San Francisco and LA.

Carlo's basement apartment was on Grant Street in an old red-brick rooming house near a church. You went down an alley, down some stone steps, opened an old raw door, and went through a kind of cellar till you came to his board door. It was like the room of a Russian saint: one bed, a candle burning, stone walls that oozed moisture, and a crazy makeshift ikon of some kind that he had made. He read me his poetry.

We communicate to each other depthlessly, without the words we use.

Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. I stuck my head out the window and took deep breaths of the fragrant air. It was the most beautiful of all moments.

It's all a sea, I swim out of its in the afternoons.

As I was hiking down the mountain with my pack I turned and I knelt on the trail and said Thank you, shack. The I added Blah with a little grin, because I knew that shack and that mountain would know what that meant, and turned and went on down the trail back to this world

It's terrible never to find a father in a world chock-full of fathers of all sorts.

I looked greedily out the window: stucco houses and palms and drive-ins, the whole mad thing, the ragged promised land, the fantastic end of America.