Quotes from Jack Kerouac

In fact I realized I had no guts anyway, which I've long known. but I have joy.

All you San Franciscos will have to fall eventually and burn again.

Bem, mais um dia e mais um dólar, boa noite.

Taxi crabs & murdercycles

Um dia hei de renascer numa grande cidade de outro sistema planetário, no passado ou no futuro, onde uma única montanha de 5km de altitude se recorta no céu azul - com toda a compaixão que sinto dentro de mim, a única coisa que vou precisar é da sabedoria da terra.

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 star

colleges being nothing but grooming schools for the middle-class non-identity…with everybody looking at the same thing and thinking the same thing at the same time... ~ Jack Kerouac

My cats Timmy & Tyke will always be at my side - They wont be jealous but make friends with Bootsie, Kewpie and Davey, and Beauty and Bob - even the little dry moth with the beady black eyes can sit on my arm forever, till we all see God when that which we love solves & melts in one Glow See? And the little mouse that I killed will devour me into its golden belly. That little mouse was God. Dante and Beatrice will be married. Please, that's enough, huh?

none of us realize the importance, nay the sweetness, of admiration; it is one of the dying virtues of character.

It's not the words that count, but the rush of what is said.

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 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!

If this bores you it's because you want bricks in your soup

I'm my mother's son & my mother is the universe

I love Allen Ginsberg - Let that be recorded in heaven's unchangeable heart

When you write letters to me, try not to be sophomoric and moribund about your criticisms of Jean et son weltanschauung [and his worldview.] A little more finesse, please, or if possible, a dash of humor.

He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.

The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.

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

The empty blue sky of space says 'All this comes back to me, then goes again, and comes back again, then goes again, and I don't care, it still belongs to me

I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

What's in store for me in the direction I don't take?

My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.

A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.