Quotes from Jack Kerouac

I'd come into Denver like a bum; now I was all racked up sharp in a suit, with a beautiful well-dressed blonde on my arm, bowing to dignitaries and chatting in the lobby under chandeliers.

In fact, driving through Arizona I'd explained a little Buddhism to them, specifically karma, reincarnation, and they all seemed pleased to hear the news. "You mean other chance to come back and try again?" asked the poor little Mexican, who was all bandaged from a fight in Juárez the night before. "That's what they say." "Well goddammit next time I be born I hope I ain't who I am now.

Everything'll be all right tomorrow, don't you think, Sal-honey, man? Sure, baby, manana.  It was always manana

Ä°nsan zaman?n d???nda kal?p sab?rl? m? olmal?, yoksa zaman?n piyonu mu olmal?? Köklerini, ÅŸüphesiz ki ahmak ve dönek bir toplumun derinliklerine salmak kiÅŸiye nas?l bir fayda saÄŸlard??

It was beautiful to be back East in the snow at Christmastime, the little lights in occasional farm windows, the quiet woods, the piney barrens so naked and drear, the railroad track that ran off into the gray blue woods toward my dream.

I tingled all over; I counted minutes and subtracted miles.

Incomprehensibility, Kerouac suggests, is not a function of the text but of the reader's limited perception. Innovative narratives, he acknowledges, become comprehensible after their unfamiliar structures have been conventionalized over time.

Roy Johnson is a thin, dark, handsome kid with a pin-sharp face and combed hair that he keeps shoving back from the sides of his head. He had an extremely earnest approach and a big smile.

I think of Dean Moriarty.

Burning—Burning—The world is burning & needs waaater —I'll have a daughter, oughter, wait & seee— Churning, Churning, Me— Panties—Panties— these ancient fancies are so girling—You've not seen mermaids in my actual sea

I cried for all of us. There was no end to the American sadness and the American madness. Someday we'll all start laughing and roll on the ground when we realize how funny it's been. Until then there is a lugubrious seriousness I love in all of this.

A blessed night. I immediately fell into a blank thoughtless trance wherein it was again revealed to me "This thinking has stopped" and I sighed because I didn't have to think any more and felt my whole body sink into a blessedness surely to be believed, completely relaxed and at peace with all the ephemeral world of dream and dreamer and the dreaming itself.

somebody's eye—a wife, a girl, a friend, an animal —a blood let drop— he for his sea, he for his fire, thee for thy desire

The night was getting more and more frantic. I wished Dean and Carlo were there—then I realized they'd be out of place and unhappy. 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.

I have never met such weird yet serious and earnest people.

Apparently Dean had been quiet for a few months; now the angel had arrived and he was going mad again.

Have some more wine, Smith, you're not making sense.

Guitars tinkled. Terry and I gazed at the stars together and kissed. "Mañana," she said. "Everything'll be all right tomorrow, don't you think, Sal-honey, man?" "Sure, baby, mañana." It was always mañana. For the next week that was all I heard—mañana,a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.

I always thought October was a kind old Love-light.

It was the myth of the rainy night.

Goodnight gentle readers, sleep; sweet music to your dreams.

Vou para o sul da Sicília no inverno e pintar lembranças de Arles – Vou comprar um piano e me mozartear – vou escrever histórias tristes e compridas sobre pessoas na lenda da minha vida.

God made the world to amuse himself because he was bored?

Great beautiful clouds floated overhead, valley clouds that made you feel the vastness of old tumbledown holy America from mouth to mouth and tip to tip.