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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0b300a4 | Ikimiz de sirtustu yatmis tavana bakiyor, Tanri'nin hayati bu kadar kederli ve gonulsuz kilarken neyle ugrastigini dusunuyorduk. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 2c47820 | Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk--real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| f94a711 | The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify(by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling. Taip .. | feelings-of-overwhelm memories reflections woods | Jack Kerouac | |
| 58e2c35 | Ripples in the upside down lake of the void . . . The bottom of the world is gold and the world is upside down | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 300c38a | In the hall itself the din of the music - for this is the real way to play a jukebox and what it was originally for - was so tremendous that it shattered Dean and Stan and me for a moment in the realization that we had never dared to play music as we wanted, and this was how loud we wanted. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| b7808d3 | But anybody who's never had delirium tremens even in their early stages may not understand that it's not so much a physical pain but a mental anguish indescribable to those ignorant people who dont drink and accuse drinkers of irresponsibility. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 1edd703 | Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| f1d7fab | And what do I think about? What thoughts do I have! - What thoughts! a whole host, multitude, and world of thoughts, I keep devising new ones and reworking old ones, some of the old ones are concluded and are only thought of as conclusions, whole worlds of new ones come crashing into my fingers, and it never ends. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 63266ab | All that hitchhikin All that railroadin All that comin back to America | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 2866c97 | All my other current friends were "intellectuals"--Chad the Nietzschean anthropologist, Carlo Marx and his nutty surrealist low-voiced serious staring talk, Old Bull Lee and his critical anti-everything drawl--or else they were slinking criminals like Elmer Hassel, with that hip sneer; Jane Lee the same, sprawled on the Oriental cover of her couch, sniffing at the New Yorker. But Dean's intelligence was every bit as formal and shining and c.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 25936a8 | Suddenly I found myself on Times Square. I had traveled eight thousand miles around the American continent and I was back on Times Square; and right in the middle of a rush hour, too, seeing with my innocent road-eyes the absolute madness and fantastic hoorair of New York with its millions and millions hustling forever for a buck among themselves, the mad dream--grabbing, taking, giving, sighing, dying, just so they could be buried in those.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| e409d85 | We had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 3ec2d75 | the great black bird broods outside my window in the high dark night waiting to enfold me when I leave the house tomorrow only I'm going to dodge it successfully by sheer animalism and ability and even exhilaration, so goodnight | visions | Jack Kerouac | |
| 8511ea4 | Is it the damned fool, who, at that dark moment, laughs courage right into you. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ce26af6 | I was always aware that Jack loved women not only for their bodies but for the stories that came into being as they interacted with him--they were part of his "road," the infinite range of experience that always had to remain open to fuel his work." | love memoir pisces writers | Joyce Johnson | |
| 4a876ac | They're auras, Davey. I see them, too. The longer you stare at them, the wider the energy field expands until more colors begin to show themselves. | beatnik chakras christina-westover colors energy-field energy-manipulation jack-kerouac literature-in-translation poetry san-francisco telepathy | Christina Westover | |
| 38da127 | What is a rainbow, Lord? A hoop for the lowly. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 855e634 | He seems to me to be headed for his ideal fate, which is compulsive psychosis dashed with a jigger of psychopathic irresponsibility and violence | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 1bf4b27 | And suddenly, not a soul's at the store as for other & similar & just as blank reasons, they've gone to the silence, the suppers of their own mystery. | jack-kerouac souls store supper vacant | Jack Kerouac | |
| 1806519 | Dammit, that yodel of triumph of yours was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard in my life. I wish I had a tape recorder to take it down." Those things aren't made to be heard by the people down below," says Japhy, dead serious." | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 03a3d3d | This is the beginning and the end of the world right here. Look at those patient Buddhas lookin at us saying nothing. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| b8e32bf | There's nothing wrong with you Ray, your only trouble is you never learned to get out to spots like this, you've let the world drown you in its horseshit and you've been vexed... | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 9856a4d | Back in the cabin I light the fire and sit sighing and there are leaves skittering on the tin roof, it's August in Big Sur --- I fall asleep in the chair and when I wake up I'm facing the thick little tangled woods outside the door and I suddenly remember them from long ago | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 3577875 | Never dreaming, was I, poor Jack Duluoz, that the soul is dead. That from Heaven grace descends . . . No Doctor Pisspot Poorpail to tell me; no example inside my first and only skin. That love is the heritage, and cousin to death. That the only love can only be the first love, the only death the last, the only life within, and the only word . . . choked forever. | loss love pain | Jack Kerouac | |
| 0f1378e | At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ce649fd | The waves are Chinese, but the earth is an Indian thing. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 5a846a8 | Let me sing the beauty of my Maggie. Legs:--the knees attached to the thighs, knees shiny, thighs like milk. Arms:--the levers of my content, the serpents of my joy. Back:--the sight of that in a strange street of dreams in the middle of Heaven would make me fall sitting from glad recognition. Ribs?--she had some melted and round like a well formed apple, from her thigh bones to waist I saw the earth roll. In her neck I hid myself like a lo.. | sex travel | Jack Kerouac | |
| 001811d | In winter night Massachusetts Street is dismal, the ground's frozen cold, the ruts and pock holes have ice, thin snow slides over the jagged black cracks. The river is frozen to stolidity, waits; hung on a shore with remnant show-off boughs of June-- Ice skaters, Swedes, Irish girls, yellers and singers--they throng on the white ice beneath the crinkly stars that have no altar moon, no voice, but down heavy tragic space make halyards of Hea.. | women | Jack Kerouac | |
| d8b6fa7 | For when you realized that God is Everything you know that you've got to love everything no matter how bad it is, in the ultimate sense it was neither good nor bad (consider the dust), it was just what was, that is, what we made to appear. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| aa9363b | Here's a guy and everybody's there, right? Up to him to put down what's on everybody's mind. He starts the first chorus, then lines up his ideas, people, yeah, yeah, but get it, and then he rises to his fate and has to blow equal to it. All of a sudden somewhere in the middle of the chorus he gets it - everybody looks up and knows; they listen; he picks it up and carries. Time stops. He's filling empty space with the substance of our lives,.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 43d47c0 | those who're good stay in Heaven,they've been in Heaven from the beginning | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 8e2cb7b | O love, fled me - or do telepathies cross sympathetically in the night? | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 19f95f4 | I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing, infinitely perfect within, why cry, why worry, perfect like mind essence and the minds of banana peels. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| acc2150 | difficult to make a real confession and show what happened when you're such an egomaniac all you can do is take off on big paragraphs about minor details about yourself and the big sole details about others go sitting and waiting around) | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 339ad59 | I suddenly realized I was in California. Warm, palmy air - air you can kiss - and palms. | california palm-trees road-trip road-trips travel warm weather | Jack Kerouac | |
| ffe0356 | Because now I am grown so old and neutral.... | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 12914df | I stood in the middle of the room flipping and Pusher was plucking at the guitar, just one string, and I went up to him and said, 'Man don't pluck those dirty notes at ME,' and like he just got up without a word and left. [Mardou] | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 434c633 | In seeking to severely penalize criminals society by putting the criminals away behind safe walls actually provide them with the means of greater strength for future atrocities glorious and otherwise. | humor prison prison-reform | Jack Kerouac | |
| 93954ad | I'm an idealist who has outgrown my idealism I have nothing to do the rest of my life but do it and the rest of my life to do it | idealism | Jack Kerouac | |
| fcf4067 | Far and away the greatest menace to the writer--any writer, beginning or otherwise--is the reader. The reader is, after all, a kind of silent partner in this whole business of writing, and a work of fiction is surely incomplete if it is never read. The reader is, in fact, the writer's only unrelenting, genuine enemy. He has everything on his side; all he has to do, after all, is shut his eyes, and any work of fiction becomes meaningless. Mo.. | reading writers-on-writing writing | Shirley Jackson | |
| a21eaab | giving power to negative thoughts or fears was bringing ideas to life in physical world,idea in mind became emotion in heart,emotion turned into words spoken,written,painted,strummed across guitar strings,or vibrantly held note by Tibetan singing bowl, thoughts affected physical world. | auras beatnik chakras christina-westover emotion energy-manipulation fiction guitar negative-thoughts personal-power photography physical-world poetry power-of-ideas power-of-thoughts san-francisco telepathy tibetan-singing-bowl | Christina Westover | |
| 86c3618 | lys l'nk tkrh lbshr, w lmdh tkrhhm? lmdh qd tkrh nfsk? lw fqT 'n dhlk lntm lljns lbshry l ySHbh dhlk lDjyj ldhy l yuHtml. | Georges Perec | ||
| bbd3abb | ln tHTm lHlq@ lmsHwr@ ll`zl@.. 'nt wHyd wl t`rf 'Hdan, l t`rf 'Hdan w'nt wHyd, tr~ lakhryn ytlSqwn dbqyn, ytHDnwn, yHmy b`Dhm b`Dan, ylf b`Dhm b`Dan, lknk lst -w'nt myt lnZr@- sw~ shbH shff, mjdhwm blwn ljdr, Tyf ktml rjw`h l~ ltrb, sH@ mHtl@ l yqtrb mnh 'Hd | Georges Perec | ||
| 77ebc92 | Quien no trabaja no come, si, pero quien trabaja no vive. | Georges Perec |