Quotes from Jack Kerouac

Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.

All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.

Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?

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

Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.

You'd be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday

The best teacher is experience and not through someone's distorted point of view

It all ends in tears anyway.

Let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.

Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.

If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.

The beauty of things must be that they end.

My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.

As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk

If you own a rug you own too much.

Will you love me in December as you do in May?

Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing.

I just won't sleep," I decided. There were so many other interesting things to do.

I'm writing this book because we're all going to die.

Forgive everyone for your own sins and be sure to tell them you love them which you do.

The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.

The details are the life of it, I insist, say everything on your mind, don't hold back, don't analyze or anything as you go along, say it out.

Houses are full of things that gather dust

A man cannot impart the true feeling of things to others unless he himself has experienced what he is trying to tell of.