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 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
It all ends in tears anyway. — Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums. (Penguin Books; Reissue edition May 27, 1976) Originally published 1958.
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.
Here Holy Spain has sent the blood- heart sacrifice Aztecs of Mexico a picture of tenderness and pity, saying, “This you would do to Man? I am the Son of Man, I am of Man, I am Man and this you would do to Me, Who Am Man and God—I am God, and you would… Continue reading Jack Kerouac
I wonder why our life must quiver between beauty and guilt, consummation and sadness, desire and regret, immortality and tattered moments unknowable, truth and beautiful meaningful lies. – Jack Kerouac, Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954 (Viking Adult, 2004)
On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars – Something good will come out of all things yet – And it will be golden and eternal just like that – There’s no need to say another word. ― Jack Kerouac, Big Sur. (Penguin Books June 1, 1992) Originally published 1962.