Kerouac Quotes

I feel impossibly sad and like I'll die, what can we do?

Yet this book is to prove that no matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.

We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague plans to meet in Frisco.

Jesus was a strange hobo who walked on water—

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...

I suddenly realized I was in California. Warm, palmy air - air you can kiss - and palms.

All that old road of the past unreeling dizzily as if the cup of life had been overturned and everything gone mad. My eyes ached in nightmare day (235).

…of constipation of the brain & diarrhea of the mouth.

Look at that party the other night. Everybody wanted to have a good time and tried real hard but we all woke up the next day feeling sorta sad and separate.

The little flowers grew everywhere around the rocks, and no one had asked them to grow, or me to grow.

You're a Genius all the time

Whatever anyone does, / anyone says, in the/ past, now, everything, let/ it bounce off the rock/ of yr gladness (yr mirror)

You boys going to get somewhere, or just going?" We didn't understand his question, and it was a damned good question.

A man cannot impart the true feeling of things to others unless he himself has experienced what he is trying to tell of.

Says, Rahula! Rahula! Face of Glory! Universe chawed and swallowed!

and rain will fall on our eaves.

And I go home having lost her love. And write this book.

I clearly saw the skeleton underneathall this show of personalitywhat is left of a manand all his pride but bones?

I have such a hopeless dream of walking or being there at night, nothing happens, I just pass, everything is unbearably over with.

...the stars are fixed in rooftops like ink.

Did I come into this world thru the womb of my mother the earth just so I could talk and write like everybody else?

Soon I'll find the right words, they'll be very simple.

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

...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.

My eyes were glued on lifeand they were full of tears.

...Cody is furiously explaining to his little son Tim 'Never let the right hand know what your left hand is doing'...Page 100.

The tasteof rain-- Why kneel?

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

Snap your fingerstop the world - rain falls harder

...the/ supreme end-result of/ early Gothic phallic forms/ is the skyscraper & the/ oil drill & powered/ compressor & pistons of/ great engines...

Buds in the snow—the deadly fightbetween two birds

the road is life

At least I had frost on my nose, boots on my feet, and protest in my mouth.

I had nothing to offer anybody except for my own confusion

I made myself famous by writing 'songs' and lyrics about the beauty of the things I did and ugliness, too.