Jack Kerouac Quotes

The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.

Nothing ever happened - Not even this

Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.

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?

She talks with a broken heart - Her voice lutes brokenly like a heart lost, musically too, like in a lost grove, it's almost too much to bear sometimes like some fantastic futuristic Jerry Southern singer in a nightclub who steps up to the mike in the spotlight in Las Vegas but doesn't even have to sing, just talk, to make men sigh and women wonder I guess...

I was having a wonderful time and the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams.

Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?

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.

Be in love with your life. Every minute of it.

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.

And in the flush of the first few days of joy I confidently tell myself (not expecting what I'll do in three weeks only) 'no more dissipation, it's time for me to quietly watch the world and even enjoy it, first in woods like these, then just calmly walk and talk among people of the world, no booze, no drugs, no binges, no bouts with beatniks and drunks and junkies and everybody, no more I ask myself the question O why is God torturing me, that's it, be a loner, travel, talk to waiters, walk around, no more self-imposed agony...it's time to think and watch and keep concentrated on the fact that after all this whole surface of the world as we know it now will be covered with the silt of a billion years in time...Yay, for this, more aloneness

..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was

We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.

Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?

cliches are truisms and all truisms are true