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Jack Kerouac Quotes - Page 17

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Then it's goodbye, Sangsara for me Besides, girls aren't as good as they look And Samadhi is better than you think When it starts in hitting your head In with Buzz of glittergold Heaven's Angels, wailing, saying We've

Then it's goodbye, Sangsara for me Besides, girls aren't as good as they look And Samadhi is better than you think When it starts in hitting your head In with Buzz of glittergold Heaven's Angels, wailing, saying We've been waiting for you since morning, Jack Why were you so long dallying in the sooty room? This transcendental Brilliance Is the better part (of Nothingness I sing) Okay. Quit. Mad. Stop.

Girl, Goodbye, Morning

and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?

Bears, Knows

Jack Kerouac (1957). “On the Road”, Viking Press

When the railroad trains moaned, and river-winds blew, bringing echoes through the vale, it was as if a wild hum of voices, the dear voices of everybody he had known, were crying: "Peter, Peter! Where are you going, Peter?" And a big soft gust of rain came down. He put up the collar of his jacket, and bowed his head, and hurried along.

Rain, Echoes, Wind

Jack Kerouac (1959). “The Town and the City”

Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, "God, I love you" and looked to the sky and really meant it. "I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other." To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

God, Faith, Children

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

...and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.

Moving, Noble, Function

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.219, Penguin

God was gone; it was the silence of his departure. It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night. Dean was popeyed with awe. This madness would lead nowhere. I didn't know what was happening to me, and I suddenly realized it was only the tea that we were smoking; Dean had bought some in New York. It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.

New York, Night, Thinking

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

We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.

Ceilings, Wonder, Made

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.156, Penguin

Sometimes I’d get mad because things didn’t work out so well, I’d spoil a flapjack, or slip in the snowfield while getting water, or one time my shovel went sailing down into the gorge, and I’d be so mad I’d want to bite the mountaintops and would come in the shack and kick the cupboard and hurt my toe. But let the mind beware, though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.

Hurt, Mad, Water

Jack Kerouac (2011). “The Dharma Bums”, p.254, Penguin UK

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 holy about the East; and California is white like washlines and emptyheaded - at least that's what I thought then.

New York, Crazy, Clouds

The unspeakable visions of the individual.

Vision, Individual, Unspeakable

Jack Kerouac (1993). “Visions of Cody”, p.389, Penguin

Is Virgin you trying to fathom me

Trying, Fathom, Virgins

Jack Kerouac (2012). “Big Sur (Annotated)”, p.33, BookBaby

Somewhere along the line I knew there'd be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me.

Girl, Vision, Would Be

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

Mainly I've been back to my books and writings and being nice and quiet and lazy. As I'm writing this, the radio says there's a foot of snow falling on Long Island. I really love snow and wish I could take a long walk in it right now.

Nice, Book, Fall

A fine thing to be talking about angels in this day when common thieves smash the holy rosaries of their victims in the street.

Angel, Talking, Rosary

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

The silence is so intense that you can hear your own blood roar in your ears but louder than that by far is the mysterious roar which I alwas identify with the roaring of the diamond wisdom, the mysterious roar of silence itself, which is a great Shhhh reminding you of something you've seemed to have forgotten in the stress of your days since birth.

Stress, Blood, Silence

Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.157, Penguin

and never really thought I'd amount to anything. It was precisely what I wanted the whole world to think; then I could sneak in, if that's what they wanted, and sneak out again, which I did.

Thinking, Sneak In, World

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.152, Penguin

How clear the realization one is going mad -- the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contract.

Mad, Silence, Mind

Jack Kerouac (1958). “The Subterraneans”, p.74, Grove Press

equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha

Empty

Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.68, Penguin

And this is the way a novel gets written, in ignorance, fear, sorrow, madness, and a kind of psychotic happiness as an incubator for the wonders being born.

Ignorance, Joy, Sorrow

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

Once there was Louis Armstrong blowing his beautiful top in the muds of New Orleans; before him the mad musicians who had paraded on official days and broke up their Sousa marches into ragtime. Then there was swing, and Roy Eldridge, vigorous and virile, blasting the horn for everything it had in waves of power and logic and subtlety - leaning into it with glittering eyes and a lovely smile and sending it out broadcast to rock the jazz world.

Beautiful, Eye, New Orleans

Jack Kerouac (1976). “On the Road”, p.241, Penguin

Ah Japhy you taught me the final lesson of them all, you can't fall off a mountain.

Fall, Mountain, Finals

Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.86, Penguin

They spent all week saving pennies and went out Saturdays to spend fifty bucks in three hours.

Three, Saving, Fifty

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.160, Penguin

Way far back in the beginning of the world was the whirlwind warning that we could all be blown away like chips and cry- Men with tired eyes realize it now, and wait to deform and decay- with maybe they have the power of love yet in their hearts just the same, I just don't know what that word means anymore- All I want is an ice cream cone

Eye, Tired, Heart

It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night.

Night, Rainy, Myth

"On the Road".

But night would come and with it the mountain moon and the lake would be moon - laned and I'd go out and sit in the grass and meditate facing west, wishing there were a Personal God in all this impersonal matter.

Wish, Matter

"The Dharma Bums".

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