Jack Kerouac Quotes

What amazed me as much as anything were the fat calm tabby cats of London some of whom slept peacefully right in the doorway of butcher shops as people stepped over them carefully, right there in the...

What are you going to do with yourself, Ed? I asked. I don’t know, he said. I just go along. I dig life.

You just wait patiently like you always do in America among those apparently endless policemen and their endless laws against (no laws for) -- but the moment you cross the little wire gate and you're...

İkimiz de sırtüstü yatmış tavana bakıyor, Tanrı'nın hayatı bu kadar kederli ve gönülsüz kılarken neyle uğraştığını düşünüyorduk.

I didn't feel that I was an American at all, with all that suburban ideal and sex repression and general dreary newspaper grey censorship of all our real human values...

I met a reverend mother once who cried...ah, it's all so sad' - 'What did she cry about?' - 'I don't know, after talking to me, I remember I said some silly thing like the universe is a woman because...

I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.

Both of us had a lot to say, but there was no room to say it in, we were so tense and close.

They were experimenting with narcoanalysis and found that Old Bull had seven separate personalities, each growing worse and worse on the way down, till finally he was a raving idiot and had to be rest...

We all must admit that everything is fine and there's no need in the world to worry, and in fact we should realize what it would mean to us to UNDERSTAND that we're not REALLY worried about ANYTHING.

قصيدة- كيف تتأمل-الأنوار مُطفأةأُسقط,ويداك مُتشابكتانفي نشوة الإنجراف اللحظيكما في جُرعة هيروين أو مورفينالغُدة داخل عقلي يتدفق منها السائل البهيج(السائل المُقدس)كما لو أنني أهوي إلى الأسفل قابضاً على...

After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.

Ah the mad hearts of all of us.

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. This we did.

All around me were the noise of the crazy gold-coast city. And this was my Hollywood career - this was my last night in Hollywood, and I was spreading mustard on my lap in back of a parking-lot john.

All my other current friends were intellectuals––Chad the Nietzschean anthropologist, Carlo Marx and his nutty surrealist low-voiced serious staring talk, Old Bull Lee and his critical anti-everything...

All you want to do is run out there and get laid and get beat up and get screwed up and get old and sick and banged around by samsara, you fucking eternal meat of comeback you

America is a lonely crock of shit...

And before me was the great raw bulge and bulk of my American continent; somewhat far across, gloomy, crazy New York was throwing up its cloud of dust and brown steam. There is something brown and hol...

And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of...