Quotes from Jack Kerouac

Qué se siente cuando uno se aleja de la gente y ésta retrocede en el llano hasta que se convierte en motitas que se desvanecen? Es que el mundo que nos rodea es demasiado grande, y es el adiós.

We've got a long way to go," preambled Dean, "and so you must take every indulgence and deal with every single detail you can bring to mind—and still it won't all be told. Part 4 Chapter 4

I'm like a thinner younger Major Hoople who really had a small taste of early success but then lost it and came home to live off his mother and sister but goes on writing and acting like an author

Problemas, ya ves, son la palabra que generaliza los motivos por los que Dios existe.

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 things, but burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...

When we make ourselves high priests of art we deceive ourselves again, art is like a genie. It is more powerful than ourselves, but only by virtue of ourselves does it exist and create. Like a genie it has no will of its own, and is, even somewhat stupid; but by our will it moves to build our gleaming palaces and provide a mistress for the palace, which is most important. The high priest is a cultist, who worships the genie that someone else has invoked.

The mad have unkind hearts.

He seems to me to be headed for his ideal fate, which is compulsive psychosis dashed with a jigger of psychopathic irresponsibility and violence.

I would never write if I did not believe in the idea of living.

Take it easy, everything's okay, dont take things too serious, it's bad enough as it is without you going the deep end over imaginary conceptions.

Kenneth Wood was sitting on the windowsill looking at him sardonically, yet with that sadness that always happened when they looked at each other - as though there was something they knew that nobody else knew, a crazy sorrowful knowledge of themselves in the middle of the pitiable world.

No more self-imposed agony... it's time to think and watch and keep concentrated on the fact that after all this whole surface of the world as we know it now will be covered with the silt of a billion years in time..

no te das cuenta de que es un privilegio regalar cosas a los demás? -Y lo hacía de un modo muy agradable. No había nada de navideño ni de ostentoso, sino algo casi triste, y en ocasiones sus regalos eran cosas viejas que tenían el encanto de lo útil y lo melancólico.

Izdržite sa mnom ovaj teret, svi ljubavnici ?itatelji koji ste otrpjeli muke, izdržite sa mnom, svi muškarci koji znate da je to more crnila u o?ima tamnooke žene usamljeno more i biste li pitali more da samo sebe objasni, ili ženu zašto je prekri?ila ruke preko ruže na svom krilu? ne-

Down in Denver, down in Denver, all I did was die.

Write for the world to read and see your exact pictures of it.

La California de Dean… salvaje, sudorosa, importante, el país donde se unen como los pájaros los solitarios, los excéntricos, los exiliados, el país donde en cierto modo todo el mundo tiene aspecto de guapo artista de cine decadente y hundido.

the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never, I think of Dean Moriarty.

We gotta go and never stop till we get there. Where we going, man? I don't know but we gotta go.

The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.

All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.

The vast diamond silence of the forest

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!

I was dealing in outblownness, cut-off-ness, snipped, blownoutness, putoutness, turned-off-ness, nothinghappens-ness, gone-ness, gone-out-ness, the snapped link.