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Jack Kerouac (Writer)

I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in thethat once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.
Jack Kerouac will
Who knows, my , but that theis not one vast sea ofactually, the veritablehoney, beneath all this show of personality and ?
Jack Kerouac personality
is well, practice ,is nigh.
Jack Kerouac practice
Allbeings are alsobeings. Dreaming ties alltogether.
Jack Kerouac being
Maybe that's whatis... a wink of theand winking .
Jack Kerouac win
All of life is a foreign country.
Jack Kerouac life
I want to work in , not just spin silly tales for . I want toas deep down as possible into my own subconscious in thethat once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.
Jack Kerouac work
Iit is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them , and not only life but thatconsciousness of life.
Jack Kerouac life
Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
Jack Kerouac men
Accept loss forever
Jack Kerouac loss
Believe in the holy contour of life
Jack Kerouac life
We should be wondering tonight, "Is there a ?" But I could go and talk on 5, 10, 20 minutes about is there a world, because there is really no world, cause sometimes I'm walkin' on the ground and I see right through the ground. And there is no world. And you'll find out.
Jack Kerouac time
... and I were sitting around trying to think up the meaning of the Lost Generation and the subsequent Existentialism and I said, 'You know, this is really a beat generation' and he leapt up and said 'That's it, that's right!'
Jack Kerouac meaning
I went one afternoon to theof my childhood and had a vision of what I must have really meant with "Beat"... the vision of the word Beat as being to mean beatific...began to call themselves beatniks, beats, jazzniks, bopniks, bugniks and finally I was called the "" of all this.
Jack Kerouac childhood
Members of the generation that came of age after World War II-Korean War who join in a relaxation of social and sexual tensions, and who espouse anti-regimentation, -disaffiliation, and material-simplicity , supposedly as a result of cold-war disillusionment. Coined by Jack Kerouac.
Jack Kerouac war
It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.
Jack Kerouac writing
My manners, abominable at times, can be sweet. As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the . I'm a wretch. But I , love.
Jack Kerouac love
The house stood, and other men lived in it and were sheltered well in it...
Jack Kerouac men
You can't fight City Hall. It keeps changing its name.
Jack Kerouac fight
All our best men areat in this nightmare land.
Jack Kerouac men
The onlyfor me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
Jack Kerouac time
As early pioneers in the knowing, that when you lose your , you attain highest perfect knowing.
Jack Kerouac you
So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.
Jack Kerouac art
Thelooks like a , barking at .
Jack Kerouac
Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?
Jack Kerouac night
Theydown the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all myafterwho interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
Jack Kerouac time
So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.
Jack Kerouac world
Whither goest thou, , in thy shiny car in the ?
Jack Kerouac
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
Jack Kerouac body
The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lostthat was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in .
Jack Kerouac living
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one fallingto another till I drop. This is the , what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
Jack Kerouac man
"What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? — it's the too-hugevaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies."
Jack Kerouac war
"It was sad to see his tall figure receding in the dark as we drove away, just like the other figures in New York and New Orleans: they stand uncertainly underneth inmense skies, and everything about them is drowned. Where go? what do? what for? — ."
Jack Kerouac men
What's ? What's ? All in the .
Jack Kerouac
At one point the driver said, "For 's sakes, you're rocking theback there." Actually we were; the car was swaying as Dean and I both swayed to the rhythm and the IT of our final excitedinand living to the blank trancedof all innumerable riotousparticulars that had been lurking in our our .
Jack Kerouac art
In 1942 I was the star in one of the filthiest dramas of all time. I was a seaman, and went to the Imperial Caf
Jack Kerouac time
So in America when thegoes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.
Jack Kerouac art
Now you understand the Oriental passion for …
Jack Kerouac passion
I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you...
Jack Kerouac you
I saw that mywas a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.
Jack Kerouac age
No man should go throughwithout once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength. Learning for instance, to eat when he's hungry and sleep when he's sleepy.
Jack Kerouac learning
Thinking of thenight after night I begin to realize "The stars are " and all the innumerablein the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endlessof stars and mountains, it's all in my .
Jack Kerouac words
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.
Jack Kerouac funny
Theconsists in realizing that it is all a great strange .
Jack Kerouac strange
Ah,is a gate, a way, a path toanyway, why not live forandand …
Jack Kerouac live
Ah,is a gate, a way, a path toanyway, why not live forandandor some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and …
Jack Kerouac desire
Everything is the same, the fog says 'We are fog and we fly by dissolving like ephemera,' and the leaves say 'We are leaves and we jiggle in the wind, that's all, we come and go, grow and fall' — Even the paper bags in my garbage pit say 'We are mantransformed paper bags made out of wood pulp, we are kinda proud of being paper bags as long as that will be possible, but we'll be mush again with our sisters the leaves come rainy season' — The tree stumps say 'We are tree stumps torn out of the ground by men, sometimes by the wind, we have big tendrils full of earth that drink out of the earth' — Men say 'We are men, we pull out tree stumps, we make paper bags, we think wise thoughts, we make lunch, we look around, we make a great effort to realise everything is the same.'
Jack Kerouac time
I feel guilty for being a member of the human race.
Jack Kerouac man
I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even thewill fade out one after another in .
Jack Kerouac you
And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even thewill fade out one after another in .
Jack Kerouac you
But O Sarina come with me to my bed of woes, let me love you gently in the night, long time, we got all night, till dawn, till Juliet's rising sun and Romeo's vial sink, till I have slaked my thirst ofat your portal rosy petal lips and left saviour juice in your rosy flesh garden to melt and dry and ululate another baby for the void, come sweet Sarina in my naughty arms, be dirty in my clean milk, and I'll detest the defecate I leave in your milky empowered cyst-and-vulva chamber, your cloacan clara file-hool through which slowly drool the hall-gyzm, to castles in your hassel flesh and I'll protect you trembling thighs against my heart and kiss your lips and cheeks and Lair and love you everywhere and that'll be that...
Jack Kerouac love
There's yourripe as .
Jack Kerouac you
I could give you a list a mile long of the homosexuals in the arts but there's no point in making a big tzimis about a relatively harmless and cool state of affairs — Each man to his own tastes.
Jack Kerouac art
Everything is going to the beat — It's the beat generation, it be-at, it's the beat to keep, it's the beat of the heart, it's being beat and down in the world and like oldtime lowdown and like in ancient civilizations the slave boatmen rowing galleys to a beat and servants spinning pottery to a beat...
Jack Kerouac time
I accept lostness forever.
Jack Kerouac lost
It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, , anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.
Jack Kerouac self
I'm writing thisbecause we're all going to die — In the loneliness of my life, my father dead, my brother dead, my mother far away, my sister and my wife far away, nothing here but my own tragic hands that once were guarded by a world, a sweet attention, that now are left to guide and disappear their own way into the common dark of all our , sleeping in me raw bed, alone and stupid...
Jack Kerouac life
The mad road, lonely, leading around the bend into the openings of space towards the horizon Wasatch snows promised us in the vision of the West, spine heights at the world's end, coast of blue Pacific starry night — nobone halfbanana moons sloping in the tangled night sky, the torments of great formations in mist, the huddled invisible insect in the car racing onwards, illuminate. — The raw cut, the drag, the butte, the star, the draw, the sunflower in the grass — orangebutted west lands of Arcadia, forlorn sands of the isolate earth, dewy exposures to infinity in black space, home of the rattlesnake and the gopher the level of the world, low and flat: the charging restless mute unvoiced road keening in a seizure of tarpaulin power into the route.
Jack Kerouac war
My witness is the empty .
Jack Kerouac wit
A man who allows wildto arise within, himself burns his , then after burning adds the wind that thereto which ignites theagain, or not, as the case may be.
Jack Kerouac self
Literature is no longer Necessary Teaching is left.
Jack Kerouac literature
Mankind is like dogs, not gods — as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you — but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.
Jack Kerouac god
Maybe thats what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.
Jack Kerouac life
Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind.
Jack Kerouac dreams
Be in love with your life. Every minute of it.
Jack Kerouac love
There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.
Jack Kerouac
There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.
Jack Kerouac stars
Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.
Jack Kerouac man
It ain’t whatcha write, it’s the way atcha write it.
Jack Kerouac write

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