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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 86e6114 | I sat cross-legged in the sand and contemplated my life. Well, there, and what difference did it make? "What's going to happen to me up ahead?" | Jack Kerouac | ||
| f595eb3 | It's impossible to fall of mountains you fool! | dharma mountains nirvana | Jack Kerouac | |
| 2b63538 | Sal, straight, no matter where I live, my trunk's always sticking out from under the bed, I'm ready to leave or get thrown out. I've decided to leave everything out of my hands. You've seen me try and break my ass to make it and you know that it doesn't matter and we know time -- how to slow it up and walk and dig and just old-fashioned spade kicks, what other kicks are there? We know. | doesn-t-matter leave old-fashioned ready | Jack Kerouac | |
| fadf292 | And though Remi was having worklife problems and bad lovelife with a sharp-tongued woman, he at least had learned to laugh almost better than anyone in the world, and I saw all the fun we were going to have in Frisco. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| bbbc170 | That Rollo Greb is the greatest, most wonderful of all. That's what I was trying to tell you - that's what I want to be. 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 | ||
| 500ea88 | What are you going to do with yourself, Ed?" I asked. "I don't know," he said. "I just go along. I dig life." -- | Jack Kerouac | ||
| b41b58f | When all of the family was stilled in sleep, when the streetlamp a few paces from the house shone at night and made grotesque shadows of the trees upon the house, when the river sighed off into the darkness, when the trains hooted on their way to Montreal far upriver, when the winds swished in the soft treeleaves and something knocked and rattled on the old barn, you could stand in the road and look at this home and know that there is nothi.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 31c5f38 | Whatever anyone does,/ anyone says, in the/ past, now, everything, let/ it bounce off the rock/ of yr gladness (yr mirror) | to-drive-out-angry-thoughts | Jack Kerouac | |
| cf75710 | He lived with his mother, father and sister; had a room of his own, with the fourth-floor windows staring on seas of rooftops and the glitter of winter nights when home lights brownly wave beneath the heater whiter blaze of stars--those stars that in the North, in the clear nights, all hang frozen tears by the billions, with January Milky Ways like silver taffy, veils of frost in the stillness, huge blinked, throbbing to the slow beat of ti.. | towns winter | Jack Kerouac | |
| 3f2d935 | Stare deep into the world before you as if it were the void: innumerable holy ghosts, buddhies, and savior gods there hide, smiling. All the atoms emitting light inside wavehood, there is no personal separation of any of it. A hummingbird can come into a house and a hawk will not: so rest and be assured. While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 82fb4e6 | We also spent entire nights in bed and I told her my dreams. I told her about the big snake of the world that was coiled in the earth like a worm in an apple and would someday nudge up a hill to be thereafter known as Snake Hill and fold out upon the plain, a hundred miles long and devouring as it went along. I told her this snake was Satan. "What's going to happen?" she squealed; meanwhile she held me tight." | Jack Kerouac | ||
| eeefa51 | And I realize the unbearable anguish of insanity: how uninformed people can be thinking insane people are 'happy', O God, in fact it was Irwin Garden once warned me not to think the madhouses are full of 'happy nuts', 'There's a tightening around the head that hurts, there's a terror of the mind that hurts even more, they're so unhappy and especially because they cant explain it to anybody or reach out and be helped through all the hysteric.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ce5dbce | a traveling epic Hunkey, crossing and recrossing the country every year, south in the winter and north in the summer and only because he has no place he can stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, and keep rolling under the stars | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 72b1549 | And so we picked up our bags, he the trunk with his one good arm and I the rest, and staggered to the cable-car stop; in a moment rolled down the hill with our legs dangling to the sidewalk from the jiggling shelf, two broken-down heroes of the Western night. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 298b361 | Sixty three sunsets I saw revolve on that perpendicular hill - mad raging sunsets pouring in sea foams of cloud through unimaginable crags like the crags you grayly drew in pencil as a child, with every rose-tint of hope beyond, making you feel just like them, brilliant and bleak beyond words. - | sunsets | Jack Kerouac | |
| 37378bb | To write: to try meticulously to retain something, to cause something to survive; to wrest a few precise scraps from the void as it grows, to leave somewhere a furrow, a trace, a mark or a few signs. | Georges Perec | ||
| 78a1da2 | Parfois, tu reves que le sommeil est une morte lente qui te gagne, une anestesie douce et terrible a la fois, une necrose heureuse : le froid monte le long de tes jambes, le long de tes bras, monte lentement, t'engourdit, t'annihile. Ton orteil est une montagne lointaine, ta jambe un fleuve, ta joue est ton oreiller, tu loges tout entier dans ton pouce, tu fonds, tu coules comme du sable, comme du mercure. | sleep | Georges Perec | |
| 26bdd28 | It seems we only sleep well in our own bed. | Georges Perec | ||
| 67db330 | We must know who we are, so we can know what we want, so we don't end up wanting the wrong thing and get it and realize we don't want it, because by then it is too late. | Margaret Cho | ||
| abaf12a | As the saying goes: time is money- so give me some money to think. | Raymond Queneau | ||
| a76f7b4 | Twelve hours of work and I still can't sleep.Days go on and on... They don't end. | Paul Schrader | ||
| 3468a95 | Don't worry. If we sink, we'll swim together to shore. We'll use your bewitching chapeau as a float." The nose of the yacht dipped hard, then rose. The wing began a low howl around us. "I'm not blotto," he said, in response to my expression. He turned to the railing and chucked the empty flute to the waves. "Not yet, in any case." I went to stand beside him. The flute had sunk beneath the surface already, on its way to an eternity of sand a.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 5f2b8e2 | I'd dreamed once of a forest of gold, and Jesse had done what he could to give it to me. His bedroom had been transformed into a wonderland of leaves and flowers, pinecones and branches of birch and oak, all of it glimmering, all of it singing. The bed was covered, his chest of drawers, the sill. Much of it was jumbled together, beautiful for what it was if not its presentation. Jesse had last left this room on the night of his death, righ.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 56f7865 | What you seek in vain for, half your life, one day you come full upon, all the family at dinner. You seek it like a dream, and as soon as you find it, you become its prey | William Gaddis | ||
| 1bec847 | Problem what happened he always woke up the same person went to bed the night before only way he knew it these God damned words going through his head, go to bed knew he'd wake up the same God damned person finally couldn't take it anymore, same God damned words waiting for him only thing to do get rid of the God damned container for the thing contained, God damned words come around next morning God damned container smashed on the sidewalk .. | William Gaddis | ||
| 3166204 | what is it you have, or don't have, that you sit there completely self-contained, that you can sit and know . . . and know exactly where your feet are? Yes, that's what makes cats incredible, because you know they're aware every instant of where their feet are, and they know how much they have to share with other cats, they don't try to . . . pretend . . . | William Gaddis | ||
| dacab58 | It is a naked city. Faith is not pampered, nor hope encouraged; there is no place to lay one's exhaustion: but instead pinnacles skewer it undisguised against vacancy. | William Gaddis | ||
| 90857b2 | And there's this twelve thousand dollars item for books. -That supposed to be twelve hundred, the twelve thousand is for paper. towels. Besides there is already that bequest for the library. -Did it say books in so many words? No. It's just a bequest for the library. -Use it for pegboard. You need pegboard in a library. Books you don't know what you're getting into. | William Gaddis | ||
| e43f56d | I'm reviewing it, the stooped man said, and started to plod off. -You read it? -No, he said over his shoulder, -but I know the son of a bitch who wrote it. | William Gaddis | ||
| acde515 | Here, my good man. Could you tell me whereabouts Horatio Street...good heavens. Thus called upon, he took courage; the sursum corda of an extravagant belch straightened him upright, and he answered, --Whfffck? Whether this was an approach to discussion he had devised himself, or a subtle adaptation of the Socratic method of questioning perfected in the local athenaeums which he attended until closing time, was not to be known; for the answe.. | William Gaddis | ||
| b9eef0f | That after an hour's silence he can say, The one thing I cannot stand is dampness... That's all, it took him an hour to work that out. | William Gaddis | ||
| c062cbc | Each generation was a rehearsal of the one before, so that that family gradually formed the repetitive pattern of a Greek fret, interrupted only once in two centuries by a nine-year-old boy who had taken a look at his prospects, tied a string around his neck with a brick to the other end, and jumped from a footbridge into two feet of water. Courage aside, he had that family's tenacity of purpose, and drowned, a break in the pattern quickly .. | William Gaddis | ||
| dcb929f | She was certainly now obsessing him! Beyond bearing or belief. His whole being was overwhelmed by her... by her mentality, really. For of course the physical resemblance of the lance-corporal was mere subterfuge. Lance-corporals do not resemble young ladies. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| fad1822 | Damn it all, it's the first duty of a soldier - it's the first duty of all Englishmen - to be able to tell a good lie in answer to a charge. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| e98c3e1 | The room where they were dancing was very dark.... It was queer to be in his arms.... She had known better dancers.... He had looked ill.... Perhaps he was.... Oh, poor Valentine-Elisabeth.... What a funny position!.... The good gramophone played.... .... You see, father! ... In his arms! Of course, dancing is not really.... But so near the real thing! So near!... 'Good luck to the special intention!...' She had almost kissed him on the li.. | tietjens | Ford Madox Ford | |
| be37bc0 | Well she was bright; and she danced...And my function in life was to keep that bright thing in existence. And it was almost as difficult as trying to catch with your hand that dancing reflection. And the task lasted for years. | women-and-men | Ford Madox Ford | |
| fc2a942 | This, Tietjens thought, is England! A man and a maid walk through Kentish grass fields: the grass ripe for the scythe. The man honourable, clean, upright; the maid virtuous, clean, vigorous; he of good birth; she of birth quite as good; each filled with a too good breakfast that each could yet capably digest. Each come just from an admirably appointed establishment: a table surrounded by the best people, their promenade sanctioned, as it we.. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 26fc77e | This is the saddest story I have ever heard. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 4048cb1 | Well, then, he ought to write her a letter. He ought to say: 'This is to tell you that I propose to live with you as soon as this show is over. You will be prepared immediately on cessation of active hostilities to put yourself at my disposal; please. Signed, Xtopher Tietjens, Acting O.C. 9th Glams. A proper military communication. | romantic tietjens | Ford Madox Ford | |
| fc43284 | Kid, you may be the smartest person alive, but a master of subtlety you are not. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 6223654 | Because it's always been you, Sam. I promise. I promise. I promise, because when I look upon these stars, there is nothing I wish for more than you. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 40c0bfa | Someone, my mother had said. Make someone very happy. Not a her. But someone. I | T.J. Klune | ||
| f9b73c4 | You've broken my heart, but it was mine to give. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 7632f58 | Life can suck. It can hurt. It has teeth and won't hesitate to bite you. But if you pick yourself back up every time it knocks you down, it'll start to hurt less, because you'll be stronger. | T.J. Klune |