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Jack Kerouac Quotes - Page 15

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I'd sleep and forget it; I had my own life, my own sad and ragged life forever.

I'd sleep and forget it; I had my own life, my own sad and ragged life forever.

Sleep, Forever, Forget

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.179, Penguin

I can't think of anybody...who knows the sum and substance of what I know and feel and cry about in my secret self all the time when I don't feel strong, the sorrows of time and personality, and can therefore on all levels make it all the way with me

Strong, Thinking, Self

Jack Kerouac (1972). “Visions of Cody”, London : André Deutsch

Holding up my purring cat to the moon. I sighed.

Cat, Moon, Purring Cats

beautiful insane in the rain

Beautiful, Rain, Insane

Jack Kerouac (1958). “The Subterraneans”, p.36, Grove Press

Besides, all my New York friends were in the negative, nightmare position of putting down society and giving their tired bookish or political or psychoanalytical reasons, but Dean just raced in society, eager for bread and love.

New York, Tired, Giving

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

I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.

Love You, Care, Way

Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.244, Penguin

Oftentimes an originator of new language forms is called 'pretentious' by jealous talents. But it ain’t whatcha write, it’s the way atcha write it.

Jealous, Writing, Way

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

...the tale that's told for no other reason but companionship, which is another (and my favorite) definition of literature, the tale that's told for companionship and to teach something religious, of religious reverence, about real life, in this real world which literature should (and here does) reflect.

Religious, Real, Doe

Jack Kerouac (2007). “Satori in Paris and Pic”, p.9, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

But there's no joy at all, people say "Oh well he's drunk and happy let him sleep it off"--The poor drunkard is *crying*--He's crying for his mother and father and great brother and great friend, he's crying for help. (p.111)

Mother, Brother, Father

Jack Kerouac (2012). “Big Sur (Annotated)”, p.91, BookBaby

Why did I allow myself to be bored ever in the past and to compensate for it got high or drunk or rages or all the tricks people have because they want anything but serene understanding of just what there is, which is after all so much.

Past, People, Drunk

Jack Kerouac (1958). “The Subterraneans”, p.33, Grove Press

We are nothing. - Tomorrow we may be die. We are nothing. - You and me.

May, Tomorrow, Dies

Jack Kerouac (2012). “Tristessa (Annotated)”, p.24, BookBaby

Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already.

Ocean, Heart, Feet

Jack Kerouac (2013). “Maggie Cassidy (Annotated)”, p.10, BookBaby

The words are clear as in the reflection of the world on the water. Therefore write the Word at once, everywhere, from now till your hand is paralyzed, for THERE will be your work for GOD, since you can not work for God in other ways, and would not, & don't know how, or bend that way, from habit, & from talent in the use & signification & arrangement of the Word.

Writing, Reflection, Hands

...notice how he will come to manhood with his own particular soul bespeaking itself through the windows which are his eyes, and such lovely eyes surely do prophesy and indicate the loveliest of souls.

Eye, Soul, Lovely

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

Walking on water wasn't built in a day.

Water, Walking On Water, Walking

Jack Kerouac (2013). “Book of Haikus”, p.169, Penguin

All the souls to explore! - It's not so necessary to love, 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 personal... pride, or what have you... personal pride or even just personal-ness.

Hate, Pride, Soul

Jack Kerouac (2004). “Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac, 1947-1954”, Viking Press

fear life but don't die, your alone, everybody's alone, oh Cody Pomeray you can't win you can't lose all is ephemeral all is hurt

Hurt, Winning, Ephemeral

Jack Kerouac (1972). “Visions of Cody”, London : André Deutsch

Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running—that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters. And if your cans are redhot and you can't hold them in your hands, just use good old railroad gloves, that's all.

Happiness, Running, Beach

Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.7, Penguin

What is he aching to do? What are we all aching to do? What do we want?” She didn’t know. She yawned. She was sleepy. It was too much. Nobody could tell. Nobody would ever tell. It was all over. She was eighteen and most lovely, and lost.

Lovely, Want, Too Much

Jack Kerouac (2011). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: The Original Scroll”, p.345, Penguin UK

Think what a great world revolution will take place when ... [there are] millions of guys all over the world with rucksacks on their backs tramping around the back country.

Country, Journey, Thinking

Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.203, Penguin

The cowboy music twanged in the roadhouse and carried across the fields, all sadness. It was all right with me. I kissed my baby and we put out the lights.

Baby, Sadness, Cowboy

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

I nudged myself closer to the ledge and closed my eyes and thought 'Oh what a life this is, why do we have to be born in the first place, and only so we can have our poor gentle flesh laid out to such impossible horrors as huge mountains and rock and empty space,' and with horror I remembered the famous Zen saying, 'When you get to the top of a mountain, keep climbing.' The saying made my hair stand on end; it had been such cute poetry sitting on Alvah's straw mats.

Cute, Eye, Hair

Because anybody can write, but not everybody invents new forms of writing. Gertrude Stein invented a new form of writing and her imitators are just "talents."

Writing, Judging, Feelings

"The portable Jack Kerouac".

I am writing this book because we're all going to die - In the loneliness of my own life, my father dead, my brother dead, my mother faraway, my sister and my wife far away, nothing here but my own tragic hands that once were guarded by a world, a sweet attention, that now are left to guide and disappear their own way into the common dark of all our deaths, sleeping in me raw bed, alone and stupid: with just this one pride and consolation: my broke heart in the general despair and opened up inwards to the Lord, I made a supplication in this dream

Mother, Dream, Sweet

Jack Kerouac (1972). “Visions of Cody”, London : André Deutsch

They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see.

Wisdom, Sleep, Thinking

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.279, Penguin

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