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Jack Kerouac Quotes - Page 8

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I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother.

I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother.

Mother, Italian, Years

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

Because the only people for me are the mad ones.

Hippie, Yawning, People

On the Road pt. 1, ch. 1 (1957)

stick at it like a benni addict

Sticks, Addict

and silence is the golden mountain

Silence, Mountain, Golden

Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.71, Penguin

I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middle class philosophy out of it. I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.

Life, Stars, Philosophy

Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition.

Remove, Inhibitions

Jack Kerouac, Ann Charters (1996). “Selected letters, 1940-1956”, Penguin Paperbacks

Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming, all that cramp they didn't really want anyway such as refrigerators, TV sets, cars, at least new fancy cars, certain hair oils and deodorants and general junk you finally always see a week later in the garbage anyway, all of them imprisoned in a system of work, produce, consume, work, produce, consume.

Hair, Fancy Cars, Oil

"The Dharma Bums". Book by Jack Kerouac, Ch. 13, 1958.

If you own a rug you own too much.

Wisdom, Too Much, Ifs

Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.

Dream, Wisdom, Mind

Jack Kerouac (1960). “The Scripture of the Golden Eternity: Pocket Poets Number 51”, p.72, City Lights Books

The air was so sweet in New Orleans it seemed to come in soft bandannas; and you could smell the river and really smell the people, and mud, and molasses, and every kind of tropical exhalation, with your nose suddenly removed from the dry ices of a Northern winter.

Sweet, Winter, New Orleans

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

I spent my entire youth writing slowly with revisions and endless rehashing speculation and deleting and got so I was writing one sentence a day and the sentence had no FEELING. Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.

Art, Writing, Feelings

It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.

Writing, Peculiar, Elements

The New York Journal-American, December 8, 1960.

In my madness I was actually in love with her for the few hours it all lasted; it was the same unmistakable ache and stab across the mind, the same sighs, the same pain, and above all the same reluctance and fear to approach.

Pain, Mind, Madness

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.348, Penguin

Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind.

Crazy, Mind, Being Crazy

Jack Kerouac, Ann Charters (1996). “Selected letters, 1940-1956”, Penguin Paperbacks

One night I realized that when you give people understanding and encouragement a funny little meek childish look abashes their eyes, no matter what they've been doing they weren't sure it was right - lambies all over the world.

Encouragement, Eye, Night

Jack Kerouac (2007). “Lonesome Traveler”, p.121, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

Man, wow, there's so many things to do, so many things to write! How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fears.

Writing, Men, Down And

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

How I wished I'd have had a camera of my own, a mad mental camera that could register pictorial shots, of the photographic artist himself prowling about for his ultimate shot - an epic in itself. (On the road with Robert Frank, 1958)

Epic, Artist, Mad

My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.

Wisdom, Eye, Mad

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.256, Penguin

The fact was I had the vision... I think everyone has... what we lack is the method.

Thinking, Vision, Facts

Jack Kerouac, Ann Charters (1996). “Selected letters, 1940-1956”, Penguin Paperbacks

And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.

Wisdom, Love Is, Long

Jack Kerouac (2016). “Old Angel Midnight”, p.8, City Lights Publishers

It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared.

Wisdom, Hate, World

Jack Kerouac (2012). “Big Sur (Annotated)”, p.113, BookBaby

...most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.

Soul, Mixing, Would Be

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

But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek towards the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of 'Oh my God, we're all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do

Wind, Sea, Matter

Jack Kerouac (2012). “Big Sur (Annotated)”, p.35, BookBaby

Ah, if I could realize, if I could forget myself and devote my meditations to the freeing, the awakening and the blessedness of all living creatures everywhere I'd realize what there is, is ecstasy.

Meditation, Awakening, Realizing

Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.141, Penguin

Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better.

Inspirational, Thinking, Vision

"Selected letters, 1940-1956".

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