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I just won't sleep," I decided. There were so many other interesting things to do."
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The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.
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And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, with a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness, the potent and i..
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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.
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LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; NY gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.
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Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.
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Sure baby, manana. It was always manana. For the next few weeks that was all I heard--manana a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.
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My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.
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tears
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For the first time in my life the weather was not something that touched me, that caressed me, froze or sweated me, but became me.
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His friends said, "Why do you have that ugly thing hanging there?" and Bull said, "I like it because it's ugly." All his life was in that line."
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It'll take you eternities to get rid of me,' she adds sadly, which makes me jealous, I want her to say I'll never get rid of her - I wanta be chased till eternity till I catch her.
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The beauty of things must be that they end.
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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.
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colleges being nothing but grooming schools for the middle-class non-identity which usually finds its perfect expression on the outskirts of the campus in rows of well-to-do houses with lawns and television sets in each living room with everybody looking at the same thing and thinking the same thing at the same time while the Japhies of the world go prowling in the wilderness to hear the voice crying in the wilderness, to find the ecstacy o..
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So shut up, live, travel, adventure, bless and don't be sorry
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travel
life
love
awakening
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Let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.
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Jack Kerouac "The Dharma Bums" |
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And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.
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Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. let men work and love and fight it off.
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The details are the life of it, I insist, say everything on your mind, don't hold back, don't analyze or anything as you go along, say it out.
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All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.
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My manners, abominable at times, can be sweet. As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind. I'm a wretch. But I love, love.
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I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you.
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we all must admit that everything is fine and there's no need in the world to worry, and in fact we should realize what it would mean to us to UNDERSTAND that we're not REALLY worried about ANYTHING.
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Pretty girls make graves
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When you've understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can't understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom.
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freedom
zen
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As we crossed the Colorado-Utah border I saw God in the sky in the form of huge gold sunburning clouds above the desert that seemed to point a finger at me and say, "Pass here and go on, you're on the road to heaven."
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Jack Kerouac |
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Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.
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There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.
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Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize 'The stars are words' and all the innumerable worlds in 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 endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind.
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words
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Besides which, she would never understand me because I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
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Jack Kerouac |
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The road must eventually lead to the whole world.
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Jack Kerouac |
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It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies
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all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.
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What difference does it make after all?--anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for what's heaven? what's earth? All in the mind.
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Jack Kerouac |
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The silence was an intense roar.
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Jack Kerouac |
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It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night.
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rain
rainy-night
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I wished I was on the same bus as her. A pain stabbed my heart as it did everytime I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world of ours.
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The empty blue sky of space says 'All this comes back to me, then goes again, and comes back again, then goes again, and I don't care, it still belongs to me
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I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of 'em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions of eternal freedom ..
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Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it. 'I love love,' she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that. You could have all your Peaches and Bettys and Marylous and Ritas and Camilles and Inezes in this world; this was my girl and my kind of girlsoul, and I told her..
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Jack Kerouac |
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my karma was to be born in America where nobody has any fun or believes in anything, especially freedom.
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Jack Kerouac |
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I didn't know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.
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on-the-road
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Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.
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Jack Kerouac |
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And I said, 'That last thing is what you can't get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all.
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honesty
narrowness
uncertainty
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