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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 846237c | Then a complete silence fell over everybody; where once Dean would have talked his way out, he now fell silent himself, but standing in front of everybody, ragged and broken and idiotic, right under the lightbulbs, his bony mad face covered with sweat and throbbing veins, saying, "Yes, yes, yes," as though tremendous revelations were pouring into him all the time now, and I am convinced they were, and the others suspected as much and were f.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 7c1eb14 | I wonder why our life must quiver between beauty and guilt, consummation and sadness, desire and regret, immortality and tattered moments unknowable, truth and beautiful meaningful lies. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 96b72d0 | they were experimenting with narcoanalysis and found that Old Bull had seven separate personalities, each growing worse and worse on the way down, till finally he was a raving idiot and had to be restrained with chains. The top personality was an English lord, the bottom the idiot. Halfway he was an old Negro who stood in line, waiting with everyone else and said, "Some's bastards, some's ain't, that's the score." | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 7a8d479 | Artist or no-artist, I can't pass up a piece of fried chicken when I see one. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 90a60a7 | 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.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| bcf6d9e | He had become completely mad in his movements; He seemed to be doing everything at the same time. It was a shaking of the head, up and down, sideways; jerky, vigorous hands; quick walking, sitting, crossing the legs, uncrossing, getting up, rubbing the hands, rubbing his fly, hitching his pants, looking up and saying 'Am,' and sudden slitting of the eyes to see everywhere; and all the time he was grabbing me by the ribs and talking, talking | crazy energy mad | Jack Kerouac | |
| e376b51 | With frantic Dean I was rushing through the world without a chance to see it. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| fdd7693 | Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. | beat-generation life-lessons road-trip | Jack Kerouac | |
| 107edec | Old Dean's gone, I thought, and out loud I said, "He'll be all right." And off we went to the sad and disinclined concert for which I had no stomach and all the time I was thinking of Dean and how he got back on the train and rode over three thousand miles over that awful land and never knew why he had come anyway, except to see me." | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 1b59f35 | But the mountains were mighty solemn, and so was Japhy, and for that matter so was I, and in fact laugher is solemn. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 8a238e1 | 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. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| fd779ea | Trails are like that: you're floating along in a Shakespearean Arden paradise and expect to see nymphs and flute boys, then suddenly you're struggling in a hot broiling sun of hell in dust and nettles and poison oak...just like life. | life trails | Jack Kerouac | |
| be54543 | i've no time To dally hassel In your heart's house, It's too gray I'm too cold- I wanta go to Golden, That's my home. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 1aee14b | Beautiful girls Just primp But beautiful boys Do suffer. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| f7574e4 | in one sense the drinker learns wisdom, in the words of Goethe or Blake or whichever it was "The pathway to wisdom lies through excess" (p. 113)" | excess wisdom | Jack Kerouac | |
| b86aa22 | I take a nap after supper and dream of the U.S. Navy, a ship anchored near a war scene, at an island, but everything is drowsy as two sailors go up the trail with fishing poles and a dog between them to go make love quietly in the hills: the captain and everybody know they're queer and rather than being infuriated however they're all drowsily enchanted by such gentle love... (p. 119) | love lovebia u-s-navy | Jack Kerouac | |
| 265935a | Dobbiamo andare e non fermarci finche non siamo arrivati. - Dove andiamo? - Non lo so, ma dobbiamo andare. | travel travelling | Jack Kerouac | |
| dbee3cb | Cos'e quella sensazione che si prova quando ci si allontana in macchina dalle persone e le si vede recedere nella pianura fino a diventare macchioline e disperdersi? E il mondo troppo grande che ci sovrasta, e l'Addio. Ma intanto, ci si proietta in avanti verso una nuova, folle avventura sotto il cielo. | life people travelling | Jack Kerouac | |
| a02c081 | I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn't remember especially because the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| d029336 | He was out to get back everything he'd lost; there was no end to his loss; this thing would drag on forever. | forever life loss | Jack Kerouac | |
| 74b8e09 | We stood under a roadlamp, thumbing, when suddenly cars full of young kids roared by with streamers flying. 'Yaah! Yaah! we won! we won!' they all shouted. Then they yoohooed us and got great glee out of seeing a guy and a girl on the road. Dozens of such cars passed, full of young faces and 'throaty young voices,' as the saying goes. I hated every one of them. Who did they think they were, yaahing at somebody on the road just because they .. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 160a2cd | nzltu mn | Jack Kerouac | ||
| eaf3a4d | The inside of the cabin with the fire finally going is still the dear lovable abode now as sharp in my mind as I look at it as an unusually well focused snapshot---The sprig of ferns still stands in a glass of water, the books are there, the neat groceries ranged along the wall shelves | Jack Kerouac | ||
| a8f1eac | You spend a whole life of non-interference with the wishes of others, including politicians and the rich, and nobody bothers you and you cut along and make it your own way. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| bdfd793 | Gus was looking at him for confirmation of all his sorrows. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 0c5e99a | Becoming acquainted and swallowing fears and settling down to life in the little cabin with its warm glow of woodstove and kerosene lamp and let the ghosts fly their asses off | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 12254e9 | Terplash, & what difference make! One little white spark of light! Hair woven hands Penelope seaboat smeller Is Virgin you trying to fathom me Tiresome old sea, aint you sick & tired of all of this merde? this incessant boom boom & sand walk | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 27a698f | _lklyshyht bdyhyt,wkl lbdyhyt Hqyqy@. _dh knta tmlk bsTan f'nt tmlk lkthyr. _lm ysbq lshyy' 'n Hdth--wl Ht~ hdh.!. _Twl lnhr 'rtdy qub`@ lm tkn `l~ rsy. _l`iZm lbshry@ lyst sw~ khTwT mhdwr@ `bthan,lkwn kulh qlb frG llnjwm. _lbnt ljmylt ySn`n lqubwr. _jml l'shy yjb 'n ykwn fy 'nh tnthy. _Hdhy'y nZyf mn lmshyy' fy lmaTr. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| fc875c7 | One look at the officials in the American Consulate where we went for dreary paper routines was enough to make you realize what was wrong with American 'diplomacy' throughout the Fellaheen world: - stiff offcious squares with contempt even for their own Americans who happened not to wear neckties, as tho a necktie or whatever it stands for meant anything to the hungry Berbers who came into Tangiers every Saturday morning on meek asses, like.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| fe0d395 | You dont have to know a soul to know what I know --- to expect what I'm expecting --- to feel yourself alive and dying in your chest every minute of the livelong day --- When you're young you wanta cry, when you're old you wanta die. But that's too deep for you now, Ti mon Pousse | death youth | Jack Kerouac | |
| a708d80 | But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in .. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 5003321 | Paradise!' he screamed. 'The one and only indispensable Paradise. | beatnik kerouac on-the-road remi-boncoeur sal-paradise | Jack Kerouac | |
| 12d1e22 | Nature Just because you shit fruit Don't think you're the Kingpin of the World | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 7a00bf5 | He had a third martini. He looked at me intently and took hold of my arm. 'Look', he said. 'You're a fish in a pond. It's drying up. You have to mutate into an amphibian, but someone keeps hanging on to you and telling you to stay in the pond, everything's going to be all right. | existence growing-up life | Jack Kerouac | |
| 45e621d | The American police are involved in psychological warfare against those Americans who don't frighten them with imposing papers and threats. It's a Victorian police force; it peers out of musty windows and wants to inquire about everything, and can make crimes if the crimes don't exist to its satisfaction. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| d0ac488 | I'm back in these regions of fumbling dark uncertain creation, but it's my one and only world, and I'll do the best I can. | writing | Jack Kerouac | |
| b31badc | Who has believed in the world and died with its name on his lips? | hope innocence loss wise | Jack Kerouac | |
| e4e27c6 | But no matter, the road is life. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 81763b4 | Mankind will someday realize that we are actually in contact with the dead and with the other world, whatever it is; right now we could predict, if we only exerted enough mental will, what is going to happen within the next hundred years and be able to take steps to avoid all kinds of catastrophes. When a man dies he undergoes a mutation in his brain that we know nothing about now but which will be very clear someday if scientists get on th.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ff635cb | What is the universe but a lot of waves And a craving desire is a wave... | desire knowledge nomad | Jack Kerouac | |
| 23b388a | The floors of bus stations are the same all over the country, always covered with butts and spit and they give a feeling of sadness that only bus stations have. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 8c60d3e | You can't live in this world but there's no where else to go. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ba9e525 | People who choose to earn money first, people who put off their realplans until later, until they are rich, are not necessarily wrong. People who want only to live, and who reckon living is absolute freedom, the exclusive pursuit of happiness, the sole satisfaction of their desires and instincts, the immediate enjoyment of the boundless riches of the world - such people will always be unhappy. | Georges Perec | ||
| 03600ad | What speaks to us, seemingly, is always the big event, the untoward, the extra-ordinary: the front-page splash, the banner headlines....Behind the event there is a scandal, a fissure, a danger, as if life reveals itself only by way of the spectacular, as if what speaks, what is significant, is always abnormal. [But] how should we take account of, question, describe what happens everyday and recurs everyday: the banal, the quotidian, the obv.. | space | Georges Perec |