Quotes from Jack Kerouac

What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?

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

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

The truth of the matter is we don't understand our women; we blame on them and it's all our fault.

Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.

I'd rather hop freights around the country and cook my food out of tin cans over wood fires, than be rich and have a home or work.

don't stop to think of the words when you do stop, just stop to think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this work.

Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea.

My story is endless. I put in a teletype roll, you know, you know what they are, you have them in newspapers, and run it through there and fix the margins and just go, go - just go, go, go.

As you get older, you get more... genealogical.

In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.

Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. let men work and love and fight it off.

It was the work of the quiet mountains, this torrent of purity at my feet.

I made myself famous by writing 'songs' and lyrics about the beauty of the things I did and ugliness, too.

All human beings are also dream beings. Dream ties all humankind together.

I'm Catholic and I can't commit suicide, but I plan to drink myself to death.

I didn't dictate sections of 'Visions of Cody.' I typed up a segment of taped conversation with Neal Cassady, or Cody, talking about his early adventures in L.A.

Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.

Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

We're a beat generation.

Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.

The fact was I had the vision... I think everyone has... what we lack is the method.

The only people for me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to love, mad to talk, mad to be saved 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.