At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave. ― Jack Kerouac, Maggie Cassidy. (Avon 1959)
No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength. Learning for instance, to eat when he’s hungry and sleep when he’s sleepy. — Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveller, (Mayflower 1968)
The beauty of things must be that they end. — Jack Kerouac, Tristessa. (Penguin Books June 1, 1992) Originally published 1960.
There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road. (Penguin Books December 28, 1976) Oribinally published September 5th 1957.
The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words. — Jack Kerouac, Atop an Underwood: Early Stories and Other Writings, (Penguin Books; Fourth Printing edition November 1, 2000)
It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time. — Jack Kerouac
What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks disappearing? – It’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. — Jack Kerouac, On The Road. (Penguin Books December 28, 1976)… Continue reading Jack Kerouac
So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger—because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being. — Jack Kerouac
What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal. — Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums. (The Viking Press 1958)
Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize “The stars are words” and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of… Continue reading Jack Kerouac