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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d73dfed | What's Your Road, Man? | beatnik kerouac on-the-road | Jack Kerouac | |
| 3307611 | Now she is cuddling and kissing me all over and...Cody walks right in just as we're cooing (or haved cooed again) on the bed and he yells our "Ah just what I like to see in the morning, boys and girls!" | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 768bc61 | I could hear and indescribable seething roar which wasn't which wasn't in my ear but everywhere and had nothing to do with sounds. I realised that I had died and reborn numberless times but just didn't remember especially because the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly eas, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it. I realise.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 8c3486e | At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching among the lights of 27th and Welton in the Denver colored section, wishing I were a Negro, feeling that the best the white world had offered was not enough ecstasy for me, not enough life, joy, kicks, darkness, music, not enough night... I wished I were a Denver Mexican, or even a poor overworked Jap, anything but what I was so drearily, a "white man" disillusioned. All my life I'd had whit.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| d377a71 | The world ain't so bad, when you got Japhies, I thought, and felt glad. All the aching muscles and the hunger in my belly were bad enough, and the surroundant dark rocks, the fact that there is nothing to soothe you with kisses and soft words, but just to be sitting there meditating and praying for the world with another earnest young man -- 'twere good enough to have been born just to die, as we all are. Something will come of it in the Mi.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 0eb11ee | Another hour it would come streaming through the Golden Gate to shroud the romantic city in white, and a young man would hold his girl by the hand and climb slowly up a long white sidewalk with a bottle of Tokay in his pocket. That was Frisco; and beautiful women standing in white doorways, waiting for their men; and Coit Tower, and the Embarcadero, and Market Street, and the eleven teeming hills. I spun around till I was dizzy; I thought I.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| a692565 | we got out of the car for air and suddenly both of us were stoned with joy to realize that in the darkness all around us was fragrant green grass and the smell of fresh manure and warm waters. 'We're in the South! We've left the winter!' Faint daybreak illuminated green shoots by the side of the road. I took a deep breath; a locomotive howled across the darkness, mobile-bound. So were we. I took off my shirt and exulted | joy life south stoned | Jack Kerouac | |
| b0fe57f | The cowboy music twanged in the roadhouse and carried across the fields, all sadness. It was all right with me. I kissed my baby and we put out the lights. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 162d92f | This world is the movie of what everything is, it is one movie, made of the same stuff throughout, belonging to nobody, which is what everything is. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| b579fe0 | Everything was fine with the Zen Lunatics, the nut wagon was too far away to hear us. But there was a wisdom in it all, as you'll see if you take a walk some night on a suburban street and pass house after house on both sides of the street each with the lamplight of the living room, shining golden, and inside the little blue square of the television, each living family riveting its attention on probably one show; nobody talking; silence in .. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 57d901c | What a horror it would have been if the world was real. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 587515c | Like Goethe at 80, you know the futility of love and you shrug--you shrug away the warm kiss | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 4d7dc99 | I'll write long sad tales about people in the legend of my life - This part is my part of the movie, let's hear yours. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 41b4f87 | And all the insects ceased in honor of the moon. | moon nature | Jack Kerouac | |
| 2d56ac2 | O Rosey, why don't you stay just home and eat chocolate bars and read Boswell all this society-izing will bring you nothing but lines of anxiety on your face -- and a sociable smile ain't nothing but teeth | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 9994b60 | I want to be like him. He's never hung-up, he goes every direction, he lets it all out, he knows time, he has nothing to do but rock back and forth. Man, he's the end! You see, if you go like him all the time you'll finally get it. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 862cfd9 | They understand death, they stand there in the church under the skies that have a beginningless past and go into the never-ending future, waiting themselves for death, at the foot of the dead, in a holy temple. - I get a vision of myself and the two little boys hung up in a great endless universe with nothing overhead and nothing under bbut the Infinite Nothingness, the Enormousness of it, the dead without number in all directions of existe.. | dying universe | Jack Kerouac | |
| 5f0ac71 | All the souls to explore! - It's not so necessary to , really, as it is to settle something deep with all of those who really matter. Love and hate are the same things, differently sifted through personal... , or what have you... personal pride or even just personal-ness. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 7e0a05f | you are the equal of the idol who has given you your inspiration | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 225d251 | November the seventh The last Faint cricket | haikus kerouac poetry | Jack Kerouac | |
| 9f04399 | And at night the river flows, it bears pale stars on the holy water, some sink like veils, some show like fish, the great moon that once was rose now high like a blazing milk flails its white reflection vertical and deep in the dark surgey mass wall river's grinding bed push. As in a sad dream, under the streetlamp, by pocky unpaved holes in dirt, the father James Cassidy comes home with lunchpail and lantern, limping, redfaced, and turns i.. | night towns | Jack Kerouac | |
| ed7a06e | So easy in the woods to daydream and pray to the local spirits and say "Allow me to stay here, I only want peace" and those foggy peaks answer back mutely Yes" | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 0ffa0ac | Who doesn't feel studious when he doesn't have a girl with a Riviera suntan? | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 32878ac | Because a new love affair always gives hope, the irrational mortal loneliness is always crowned, that thing I saw (that horror of a snake emptiness) when I took the deep iodine deathbreath on the Big Sur beach is now justified and hosannah'd and raised up like a sacred urn to Heaven in the mere fact of the taking off of clothes and clashing wits and bodies in the inexpressibly nervously sad delight of love- don't let no old fogies tell you .. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ee6cc94 | The whole town had instantly gone to bed; the only noise now was barking dogs. How could I ever sleep? Thousands of mosquitoes had already bitten all of us on chest and arms and ankles. Then a bright idea came to me: I jumped up on the steel roof of the car and stretched out flat on my back. Still there was no breeze, but the steel had an element of coolness in it and dried my back of sweat, clotting up thousands of dead bugs into cakes on .. | on-the-road | Jack Kerouac | |
| 64b6e44 | but I should have known from her original announcement of independence to believe in the sincerity of her distaste for involvement, instead hurling on at her as if and because in fact I wanted to be hurt and 'lacerate' myself | Jack Kerouac | ||
| e42eb23 | If you can't boogie I know I'll show you how. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 641a454 | Maintenant tu n'as plus de refuges. Tu as peur, tu attends que tout s'arrete, la pluie, les heures, le flot des voitures, la vie, les hommes, le monde, que tout s'ecroule, les murailles, les tours, les planchers et les plafonds; que les hommes et les femmes, les vieillards et les enfants, les chiens, les chevaux, les oiseaux, un a un, tombent a terre, paralyses, pestiferes, epileptiques; que le marbre s'effrite, que le bois se pulverise, qu.. | phantasm | Georges Perec | |
| 724021f | You're naught but a human man. You couldn't possibly understand." He lifted a brow, still smiling. "Liar." "Cutpurse." "Runaway." "Swindler! "Coward," he said softly, and she jerked back. | Shana Abe | ||
| 70c7b64 | I'll tell you why yes, because why people lie is, because when people stop lying you know they've stopped caring. | William Gaddis | ||
| b7bccd9 | With each new woman that a man is attracted to there appears to come a broadening of the outlook, or, if you like, an acquiring of new territory. A turn of the eyebrow, a tone of the voice, a queer characteristic gesture--all these things, and it is these things that cause to arise the passion of love. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 4b9a50e | And it was a most remarkable, a most moving glance, as if for a moment a lighthouse had looked at me. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 1fd8993 | It can mean many things. Friendship. Family. Trust." He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the forest. "Or more." "More?" "Love. Faith. Devotion." "He...." "Yeah, man. He did." "He was ten." Carter opened his eyes. "And he spoke to you after not speaking for over a year. We all knew. Even then." I" | T.J. Klune | ||
| 74bc0dc | Eric's ass is so loose it sounds like wind blowing over a cave entrance when he walks. | T.J. Klune | ||
| d3facad | WE'RE FRIENDS first," Joe whispered in my ear. "You're my best friend, Ox, and I promise that will never change. We'll just be... more." "WILL" | T.J. Klune | ||
| 3b99d9e | I watched the black ocean in his eyes and saw this flash behind them and understood what he had meant the night before, about the insanity that had gripped him. He was not so far gone as to be lost, but he was close, and I knew it had come from me turning my back on him as I had started to flee. Whether I wanted to or not, I anchored him to this world, and I was the only thing he'd known, maybe for his whole life. He had watched me, yes, he.. | insanity | T.J. Klune | |
| c6b05c6 | His breath on my face. This was Joe. And I was Ox. His nose touched mine. My hands found his waist. He shuddered under the touch. He rumbled deep in his chest. He said, "Mine." My cheek scraped against his. The wolf growled, "Mine." It was a great and terrible thing. So I said, "Yeah. Joe. Yeah. Yes." And" | T.J. Klune | ||
| baa5546 | Creed scowls. "Hardly. All he does now is mope like a goddamn teenage girl. Anytime I'm home, he's in his room with the door locked. I'm telling you guys, he got worked over really bad in San Diego. I thought the whole point of having a gay brother was that they were supposed to be all cool and shit. I got a defective gay." | creed gay lgbtqia m-m otter romance | T.J. Klune | |
| 960cb98 | Gus hated feeling anxious. He also hated warm ketchup, loud people, sunburns, parallel parking, jams and jellies, Instagram, Sarah McLachlan's SPCA commercials, rubber glue, Michael Bay's DVD commentaries, Michael Bay's films, Michael Bay, and that weird feeling that tattooed, bearded hipster caused in the pit of his stomach that felt like he had tripped down a flight of stairs into a frozen lake that got lit on fire. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 5d3d907 | It's better, Benji, to have something burn brightly for a short time than to never have it at all. | T.J. Klune | ||
| fb91a32 | Hi, my name is Ryan Foxheart. Oh no! There's danger afoot! Let me pull out my sword and pose." I mimed pulling a sword from my side and cocked an eyebrow. "Notice how dashing I am. And immaculate. And today, my hair is parted on the right. Wink." -- | sam | T.J. Klune | |
| a898908 | Hey, have you heard that one about the difference between me, Wit, and my loutish cousin, Hilarity? No? Okay, so I walk into a bar, you see, very unassuming, and order a martini. Then the bartender, Hilarity, hauls off and squirts me in the face with a seltzer bottle, ruining my n ice new camel hair suit, dousing my monocle and my watch fob, soaking my cravat. So, do I let him have what for, and blow my top? I do not. I simply say: Sorry, I.. | monocles wit | Chip Kidd | |
| 5e77bd9 | There was a time we tormented one another with excessive honesty in the naive belief it would save us. | Stanisław Lem | ||
| f25c8da | I spent the afternoon in a bookstore. There were no books in it. None had been printed for nearly half a century. And how I have looked forward to them, after the micro films that made up the library of the Prometheus! No such luck. No longer was it possible to browse among shelves, to weigh volumes in hand, to feel their heft, the promise of ponderous reading. The bookstore resembled, instead, an electronic laboratory. The books were cryst.. | Stanisław Lem |