Top 25 Quotes by Jack Kerouac of 460 - Page 14

So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.

So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.

Girl, Past, World

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.125, Penguin

The bartenders are the regular band of Jack, and the heavenly drummer who looks up to the sky with blue eyes, with a beard, is wailing beer-caps of bottles and jamming on the cash register and everything is going to the beat - It's the beat generation, its béat, it's the beat to keep, it's the beat of the heart, it's being beat and down in the world and like oldtime lowdown.

Jack Kerouac

Heart, Eye, Beer

Jack Kerouac (2012). “Desolation Angels”, p.194, Penguin UK

Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can't fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.

Jack Kerouac

Fall, Jumping, Boulders

Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.65, Penguin

Dean's California--wild, sweaty, important, the land of lonely and exiled and eccentric lovers come to forgather like birds, and the land where everybody somehow looked like broken-down, handsome, decadent movie actors.

Jack Kerouac

Lonely, Land, California

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road”, Viking Press

I was amazed by the fact that I was not the only writer living, not the only young man "with a locomotive in his chest, and that's a fact," not the only youth with a million hungers and not one of them appeasable, not the only one who is lonely among multitudes, and does not know why.

Jack Kerouac

Lonely, Men, Doe

Jack Kerouac (2000). “Atop an Underwood: Early Stories and Other Writings”, p.92, Penguin

At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, were as big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince who's lost his ancestral home and journeys across the spaces trying to find it again, and knows he never will.

Jack Kerouac

Lonely, Stars, Home

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.291, Penguin

Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back

Jack Kerouac

Land, America, Nowhere To Go

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.173, Penguin

I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.

Jack Kerouac

Wisdom, Home, Tired

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.124, Penguin

I loved the way she said 'LA'; I love the way everybody says 'LA' on the Coast; it's their one and only golden town when all is said and done.

Jack Kerouac

Done, Golden, Way

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.176, Penguin

Geniuses can be scintillating and geniuses can be somber, but it's that inescapable sorrowful depth that shines through-originality.

Jack Kerouac

Writing, Shining, Genius

Jack Kerouac, Ann Charters (1995). “The portable Jack Kerouac”, Penguin Group USA

I ate apple pie and ice cream—it was getting better as I got deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer. There were the most beautiful bevies of girls everywhere I looked in Des Moines that afternoon—they were coming home from high school—but I had no time for thoughts like that…So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.

Jack Kerouac

Beautiful, Girl, Home

Jack Kerouac (2007). “Road Novels 1957-1960”

And just for 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 the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, wiht a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness, the potent and inconceivable radiancies shining in bright Mind Essence, innumerable lotus-lands falling open in the magic mothswarm of heaven. - Sal Paradise

Jack Kerouac

Moving, Fall, Angel

Never dreaming, was I, poor Jack Duluoz, that the soul is dead. That from Heaven grace descends . . . No Doctor Pisspot Poorpail to tell me; no example inside my first and only skin. That love is the heritage, and cousin to death. That the only love can only be the first love, the only death the last, the only life within, and the only word . . . choked forever.

Jack Kerouac

Love, Dream, Cousin

Jack Kerouac (2017). “Maggie Cassidy”, p.22, Penguin UK

Your mind makes out the orange by seeing it, hearing it, touching it, smelling it, tasting it and thinking about it but without this mind, you call it, the orange would not be seen or heard or smelled or tasted or even mentally noticed, it's actually, that orange, depending on your mind to exist! Don't you see that? By itself it's a no-thing, it's really mental, it's seen only of your mind. In other words it's empty and awake.

Jack Kerouac

Thinking, Orange, Touching

Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.145, Penguin

Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again.

Jack Kerouac

Night, Giving, Design

Jack Kerouac (1995). “The Portable Jack Kerouac”, Viking Adult

And still the Void is still and'll never move - But I will be the Void, moving without having moved.

Jack Kerouac

Moving, Void, Stills

Jack Kerouac, Ann Charters (1995). “The portable Jack Kerouac”, Penguin Group USA

You don't know what to say to me because the kingdom is within...flesh and blood's dream...so you fly now, pay later, all of us...I mean actually it's PAY NOW, FLY LATER

Jack Kerouac

Dream, Mean, Blood

Don't touch me, I'm full of snakes.

Jack Kerouac

Snakes, Touch Me

This was really the way my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell.

Jack Kerouac

Way, Fantastic, Whole

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.119, Penguin

the golden eternity is { }

Jack Kerouac

Golden, Eternity

Jack Kerouac, Ann Charters (1995). “The portable Jack Kerouac”, Penguin Group USA

The yard was full of tomato plants about to ripen, and mint, mint, everything smelling of mint, and one fine old tree that I loved to sit under on those cool perfect starry California October nights unmatched anywhere in the world.

Jack Kerouac

Night, California, Perfect

Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.17, Penguin

Our radio plays rhythm and blues as we pass the joint back and forth in jutjawed silence both looking ahead with big private thoughts now so vast we can't communicate them anymore and if we tried it would take a million years and a billion books - Too late, too late, the history of everything we've seen together and separately has become a library in itself - The shelves pile higher - They're full of misty documents or documents of the Mist-.

Jack Kerouac

Book, Years, Play

I pictured myself in a Denver bar that night, with all the gang, and in their eyes I would be strange and ragged and like the Prophet who has walked across the land to bring the dark Word, and the only Word I had was 'Wow!

Jack Kerouac

Eye, Dark, Night

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.139, Penguin

Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it. 'I love love,' she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that. You could have all your Peaches and Bettys and Marylous and Ritas and Camilles and Inezes in this world; this was my girl and my kind of girlsoul, and I told her that.

Jack Kerouac

Beautiful, Girl, Sweet

All I wanted and all Neal wanted and all anybody wanted was some kind of penetration into the heart of things where, like in a womb, we could curl up and sleep the ecstatic sleep that Burroughs was experiencing with a good big mainline shot of M. and advertising executives in NY were experiencing with twelve Scotch & Sodas in Stouffers before they made the drunkard's train to Westchester---but without hangovers.

Jack Kerouac

Hangover, Heart, Sleep

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