Jack Kerouac Quotes

I never saw such crazy musicians. Everybody in Frisco blew. It was the end of the continent; they didn't give a damn.

I looked. George Shearing. And as always he leaned his blind head on his pale hand, all ears opened like the ears of an elephant, listening to the American sounds and mastering them for his own Englis...

What is a rainbow, Lord?A hoop for the lowly.

Whatever anyone does,/ anyone says, in the/ past, now, everything, let/ it bounce off the rock/ of yr gladness (yr mirror)

I liked him; not because he was a good sort, as he later proved to be, but because he was enthusiastic about things.

Be in love with your life. Every minute of it.

The only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing.. but burn, b...

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a...

I'll write long sad tales about people in the legend of my life - This part is my part of the movie, let's hear yours.

Los huesos humanos no son más que vanas líneas que se desvanecen, el universo entero un vacío molde de estrellas.

The sight of the canyon down there as we renegotiated the mountain road made me bite my lip with marvel and sadness.It's as familiar as an old face in an old photograph as tho I'm gone a million years...

I felt the sensation of each of the directions I mentally and emotionally turned into amazed at all the possible directions you can take with different motives that come in like it can make you a diff...

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

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

Stare deep into the world before you as if it were the void: innumerable holy ghosts, buddhies, and savior gods there hide, smiling. All the atoms emitting light inside wavehood, there is no personal...

The only truth is music.

Nothing ever happened - Not even this

I've been reading whitman, you know what he says, cheer up slaves, and horrify foreign despots, he means that's the attitude for the bard, the zen lunacy bard of old desert paths, see the whole thing...

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

He doesn't need any money , all he needs is his rucksack with those little plastic bags of dried food and a good pair of shoes and off he goes and enjoys the privileges of a millionaire in surrounding...