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Jack Kerouac Quotes - Page 7

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Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?

Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?

Wisdom, Believe, Angel

Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.239, Penguin

It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time.

Wall, Fog, Blue

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.250, Penguin

i wish the whole world was dead serious about food instead of silly rockets and machines and explosives using everybody's food money to blow their heads off anyway.

Silly, Blow, Wish

Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.217, Penguin

Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk - real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.

Girl, Sex, Real

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

Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH.

Love, Life, Girl

Jack Kerouac (2012). “Big Sur (Annotated)”, p.39, BookBaby

I'm Catholic and I can't commit suicide, but I plan to drink myself to death.

Suicide, Drinking, Beer

I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn't remember because the transitions from life to death and back are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it.

Death, Fall, Ignorance

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

Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. let men work and love and fight it off.

Wisdom, Fighting, Men

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

A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.

Life, Girl, Wisdom

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

don't stop to think of the words when you do stop, just stop to think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this work.

Thinking, Mind

A scene should be selected by the writer for haunted-ness-of-mind interest. If you're not haunted by something, as by a dream, a vision, or a memory, which are involuntary, you're not interested or even involved.

Dream, Memories, Mind

Jack Kerouac (2006). “Book of Sketches”, p.65, Penguin

I see as much as doors'll allow, open or shut.

Doors

Jack Kerouac (2012). “Big Sur (Annotated)”, p.27, BookBaby

Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.

Mean, Dust, World

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

If you dont [sic] say what you want, what's the sense of writing?

Writing, Want, What You Want

Now the mountains were getting that pink tinge, I mean the rocks, they were just solid rock covered with the atoms of dust accumulated there since beginningless time. In fact I was afraid of those jagged monstrosities all around and over our heads. "They're so silent!" I said. "Yeah man, you know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sitting there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin.

Mean, Men, Thinking

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

An awful realization that I have been fooling myself all my life thinking there was a next thing to do to keep the show going and actually I'm just a sick clown and so is everybody else

Thinking, Sick, Realization

Jack Kerouac (2012). “Big Sur (Annotated)”, p.39, BookBaby

"What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.

Girl, Wisdom, Want

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

What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.

Real, Would Be, World

Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.134, Penguin

There is universal substance which is divine substance because where else can it be?

Substance, Divine, Universal

Jack Kerouac (2012). “Big Sur (Annotated)”, p.37, BookBaby

Houses are full of things that gather dust

Wisdom, Dust, House

Vanity of vanities… all is vanity.’ You kill yourself to get to the grave. Especially you kill yourself to get to the grave before you die; and the name of the grave is ‘success’, the name of that grave is hullabullo boom boom horseshit.

Vanity, Names, Graves

No matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.

Travel, Successful, Matter

Jack Kerouac (2007). “Satori in Paris and Pic”, p.33, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

You can't fight City Hall. It keeps changing its name.

Fighting, Cities, Names

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Because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

Travel, Stars, Tired

Jack Kerouac (1976). “On the Road”, p.26, Penguin

Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life.

Sweet, Children, Father

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

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