Jack Kerouac Quotes

This is the story of America. Everybody's doing what they think they're supposed to do.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.

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

If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.

I'd also gone through an entire year of celibacy based on my feeling that lust was the direct cause of birth which was the direct cause of suffering and death.

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.

February dawn -- frost on the path Where I paced all winter.

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

Something that you feel will find its own form.

The beauty of things must be that they end.

I'm right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim.

So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.

I suddenly discovered the delight of rebellion.

It ain't whatcha write, it's the way atcha write it.

LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities.

The taste of rain -- Why kneel?

There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing.

In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.

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.

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.

What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?

I think it's all lovely hallucination but I love it sorta.

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.

We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell

There's wisdom in wine.

Keep it kickwriting at all costs too, that is, write only what kicks you and keeps you overtime awake from sheer mad joy.

We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).

Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?

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.

My witness is the empty sky.

Will you love me in December as you do in May?

If you own a rug you own too much.

The road must eventually lead to the whole world.

Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.

As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk

I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.

This was a manuscript of the night we couldn’t read.

I'm going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.

Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.

For life is holy and every moment is precious.

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy

It is possible for the human spirit to win after all.

Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing.

Who knows, my God, but that the universe is not one vast sea of compassion actually, the veritable holy honey, beneath all this show of personality and cruelty?

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

She brooded and bit her rich lips: my soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches' brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.

Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all

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