Quotes from Jack Kerouac

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

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life

It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared.

beautiful insane in the rain

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

I'm going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.

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

Life must be rich and full of loving--it's no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.

So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

On soft Spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There's no need to say another word.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.

Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running—that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters. And if your cans are redhot and you can't hold them in your hands, just use good old railroad gloves, that's all.

Houses are full of things that gather dust

And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.

Finding Nirvana is like locating silence.

But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?

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 burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.

As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.

Something good will come of all things yet

They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see.

We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.

This is the story of America. Everybody's doing what they think they're supposed to do.

We agreed to love each other madly.