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A feeling of sadness that only bus stations have.
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You can't live in this world but there's nowhere else to go.
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After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.
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Jesus was a strange hobo who walked on water--
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jesus
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She loved that man madly, but in a delirious way of some kind; there was never any mooching and mincing around, just talk and a very deep companionship that none of us would ever be able to fathom.
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So I went up and there she was, the girl with the pure and innocent dear eyes that I had always searched for and for so long. We agreed to love each other madly.
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Jack Kerouac |
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For the next week that was all I heard - manana, a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.
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Jack Kerouac |
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In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.
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Jack Kerouac |
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and the stars were icicles of mockery
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Jack Kerouac |
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But on top of all that, the feelings about Princess, 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 and I had really no lie come to a point where I regarded lust as offensive and even cruel. "Pretty girls make graves," was my saying, whenever I'd had to turn my head around involuntarily to stare at the incomparable pretties of Ind..
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Jack Kerouac |
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We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell
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Jack Kerouac |
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No man should go through life without 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.
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All I wanted and all Neal wanted and all anybody wanted was some kind of penetration into the heart of things where, like in a womb, we could curl up and sleep the ecstatic sleep that Burroughs was experiencing with a good big mainline shot of M. and advertising executives in NY were experiencing with twelve Scotch & Sodas in Stouffers before they made the drunkard's train to Westchester---but without hangovers.
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meaning-of-life
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Somewhere along the line, the pearl would be handed to me.
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on-the-road
pearl
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Perche per me l'unica gente possibile sono i pazzi, quelli che sono pazzi di vita, pazzi per parlare, pazzi per essere salvati, vogliosi di ogni cosa allo stesso tempo, quelli che mai sbadigliano o dicono un luogo comune, ma bruciano, bruciano, bruciano, come favolosi fuochi artificiali color giallo che esplodono come ragni attraverso le stelle e nel mezzo si vede la luce azzurra dello scoppio centrale e tutti fanno Oooohhh
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Jack Kerouac |
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Dreams were so irrational, so gray with a nameless terror . . . and yet, too, so haunting and beautiful.
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Jack Kerouac |
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You can't teach the old maestro a new tune.
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Jack Kerouac |
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I didn't feel that I was an American at all, with all that suburban ideal and sex repression and general dreary newspaper grey censorship of all our real human values...
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Jack Kerouac |
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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. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion
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Jack Kerouac |
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Every night I still ask the Lord, "Why?" and havent heard a decent answer yet"
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super-inspirational
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When the railroad trains moaned, and river-winds blew, bringing echoes through the vale, it was as if a wild hum of voices, the dear voices of everybody he had known, were crying: "Peter, Peter! Where are you going, Peter?" And a big soft gust of rain came down. He put up the collar of his jacket, and bowed his head, and hurried along."
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He was alone in the doorway, digging the street. Bitterness, recriminations, advice, morality, sadness--everything was behind him, and ahead of him was the ragged and ecstatic joy of pure being.
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Life was dense, dark, ancient. They watched Dean, serious and insane at his raving wheel, with eyes of hawks. All had their hands outstretched. They had come down from the back mountains and higher places to hold forth their hands for something they thought civilization could offer, and they never dreamed the sadness and the poor broken delusion of it. They didn't know that a bomb had come that could crack all our bridges and roads and redu..
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Jack Kerouac |
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equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha
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Jack Kerouac |
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And before me was the great raw bulge and bulk of my American continent; somewhat far across, gloomy, crazy New York was throwing up its cloud of dust and brown steam. There is something brown and holy about the East; and California is white like washlines and emptyheaded - at least that's what I thought then.
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Now the mountains were getting that pink tinge, I mean the rocks, they were just solid rock covered with the atoms of dust accumulated there since beginningless time. In fact I was afraid of those jagged monstrosities all around and over our heads. "They're so silent!" I said. "Yeah man, you know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sitting there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like p..
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In a sense, I'm mad (and withdrawn from life) while they're sane, human, normal - but in another sense, I speak from the depths of a vision of truth when I say that this continual jockeying for position is the enemy of life in itself. It may be life, 'life is like that,' it may be human and true, but it's also the death-part of life, and our purpose after all is to and be true. We'll see.
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Pero entonces bailaban por las calles como peonzas enloquecidas, y yo vacilaba tras ellos como he estado haciendo toda mi vida mientras sigo a la gente que me interesa, porque la unica gente que me interesa esta loca, la gente que esta loca por vivir, loca por hablar, loca por salvarse, con ganas de todo al mismo tiempo, la gente que nunca bosteza ni habla de lugares comunes, sino que arde, arde como fabulosos cohetes amarillos explotando i..
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Jack Kerouac |
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That looks like a tree, let's call it a tree,' said Coyote to Earthmaker at the beginning, and they walked around the rootdrinker patting their bellies.
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names
uncut-block
yggdrasil
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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.
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parties
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The little flowers grew everywhere around the rocks, and no one had asked them to grow, or me to grow.
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life
growth
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a fool forgetting all the ideals and joys I knew before, in my recent years of drinking and disappointment, what does he care if he hasn't got any money: he doesn't need any money, all he needs is his rucksack with those little plastic bags of dried food and a good pair of shoes and off he goes and enjoys the privileges of a millionaire in surroundings like this.
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Jack Kerouac |
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I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.
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Jack Kerouac |
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The cause of the world's woe is birth, the cure of the world's woe is a bent stick.
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Jack Kerouac |
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At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, were as big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince who's lost his ancestral home and journeys across the spaces trying to find it again, and knows he never will.
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stars
on-the-road
sal-paradise
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Jack Kerouac |
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I feel impossibly sad and like I'll die, what can we do?
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sadness
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Jack Kerouac |
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The road must eventually lead to the whole world. Ain't nowhere else it can go - right?
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Jack Kerouac |
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To make the sea your own, to watch over it, to brood your very soul into it, to accept it and love it as though only it mattered and existed.
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Jack Kerouac |
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I realize I'm just a silly stranger goofing with other strangers for no reason far away from anything that ever mattered to me what that was--Always an ephemeral "visitor" to the Coast nevery really involved with anyone's lives there because I'm always ready to fly back across the country but not to any life of my own on the other end either, just a traveling stranger like Old Bull Balloon... (p. 178)"
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interpersonal-relationships
roaming
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Jack Kerouac |
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Your Buddhism has made you mean Ray and makes you even afraid to take your clothes off for a simple healthy orgy
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Jack Kerouac |
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God was gone; it was the silence of his departure. It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night. Dean was popeyed with awe. This madness would lead nowhere. I didn't know what was happening to me, and I suddenly realized it was only the tea that we were smoking; Dean had bought some in New York. It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.
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Jack Kerouac |
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Great laughter rang from all sides. I wondered what the spirit of the Mountain was thinking; and looked up and saw jackpines in the moon, and saw ghosts of old miners, and wondered about it. In the whole eastern dark wall of the Divide this night there was silence and the whisper of the wind, except in the ravine where we roared; and on the other side of the Divide was the great western slope, and the big plateau that went to Steamboat Spri..
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Jack Kerouac |
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it's all the same to me as long as it can be exciting and goes around the world.
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Jack Kerouac |
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I realised either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.
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Jack Kerouac |