Jack Kerouac Quotes

Because in one sense the drinker learns wisdom, in the words of Goethe or Blake or whichever it was The pathway to wisdom lies through excess

Besides which Lucille wouldnever understand me because I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to...

Besides which Lucille would never understand me because I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop.

Wishing there was a Personal God in all this impersonal matter.

A feeling of sadness that only bus stations have.

All I want from this book is a living, enough money to make a living, buy a farm and some land, work it, write some more, travel a little, and so on.

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

All the souls to explore! - It's not so necessary to , really, as it is to settle something deep with all of those who really matter. Love and hate are the same things, differently sifted through pers...

An art dies when it describes itself instead of life - when it turns from the expression of man's feelings in the void, to a mere description of the void.

An awful realization that I have been fooling myself all my life thinking there was a next thing to do to keep the show going and actually I'm just a sick clown and so is everybody else...

And he had a nice home in Ohio with wife, daughter, Christmas tree, two cars, garage, lawn, lawnmower, but he couldn't enjoy any of it because he really wasn't free. It was sadly true.

At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.

Back in the cabin I light the fire and sit sighing and there are leaves skittering on the tin roof, it's August in Big Sur --- I fall asleep in the chair and when I wake up I'm facing the thick little...

Be in love with everything .

But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek towards the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of 'Oh my...

DEAR BABY, Isn’t it good to know winter is coming—

Dean took out other pictures. I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered, stabilized-within-the...

Dean: God exists without qualms. As we roll along this way, I am positive beyond doubt that everything will be taken care of for us - that even you, as you drive, fearful of the wheel - the thing will...

Every now and then a clear harmonic cry gave new suggestions of a tune that would someday be the only tune in the word and would raise mean's souls to joy.

Every one of these things I said was a knife at myself. Everything I had ever secretly held against my brother was coming out: how ugly I was and what filth I was discovering in the depths of my own i...