Jack Kerouac Quotes

This can't go on all the time...all this franticness and jumping around. We've got to go someplace, find something.

This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read - Sal Paradise

This world is the movie of what everything is, it is one movie, made of the same stuff throughout, belonging to nobody, which is what everything is.

To this boy of New England the May morning was like faint music in the woods again, some unspeakably exciting foregathering of events far in the deep shade of morning pines, all of it stirring there....

We also spent entire nights in bed and I told her my dreams. I told her about the big snake of the world that was coiled in the earth like a worm in an apple and would someday nudge up a hill to be th...

We are sealed in our own little melancholy atmospheres, like planets, and revolving around the sun, our common but distant desire.

What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.

Who doesn't feel studious when he doesn't have a girl with a Riviera suntan?

You were my last chance' she's said but don't all women say that? - But can it be by 'last chance' she doesn't mean mere marriage but some profoundly sad realization of something in me she really need...

And tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy

As we crossed the Colorado-Utah border I saw God in the sky in the form of huge gold sunburning clouds above the desert that seemed to point a finger at me and say, Pass here and go on, you're on the...

Beautiful girlsJust primpBut beautiful boysDo suffer.

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

Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming, all that cramp they didn't really want anyway such as re...

For the next week that was all I heard - manana, a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.

I am writing this book because we're all going to die - In the loneliness of my own life, my father dead, my brother dead, my mother faraway, my sister and my wife far away, nothing here but my own tr...

I could hear and indescribable seething roar which wasn't which wasn't in my ear but everywhere and had nothing to do with sounds. I realised that I had died and reborn numberless times but just didn'...

I could hear everything, together with the hum of my hotel neon. I never felt sadder in my life. LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets godawful cold in the winter but t...

I don't wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man I wanta be enlightened by actions.