Quotes by Jack Kerouac
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Accept loss forever.
Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.
Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.
My witness is the empty sky.
A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.
You can't teach the old maestro a new tune.
All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.
Write in recollection and amazement for yourself.
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.
It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.
Now you understand the Oriental passion for tea," said Japhy. "Remember that book I told you about the first sip is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy.
Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?
If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.
All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.
Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.
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.
The fact was I had the vision... I think everyone has... what we lack is the method.
Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.
I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference!
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.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved...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.
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