jack kerouac Quotes

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.
tags: time pain heart world girls
— Jack Kerouac
All my editors since Malcolm Cowley have had instructions to leave my prose exactly as I wrote it. In the days of Malcolm Cowley, with 'On the Road' and 'The Dharma Bums', I had no power to stand by my style for better or for worse.
tags: power
— Jack Kerouac
I really hate to write.
tags: hate write
— Jack Kerouac
My father and my mother and my sister and I have always voted Republican, always.
tags: father mother
— Jack Kerouac
Symbolism is alright in 'fiction,' but I tell true life stories simply about what happened to people I knew.
tags: people true stories fiction
— Jack Kerouac
My manners, abominable at times, can be sweet.
tags: time
— Jack Kerouac
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... burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles.
tags: time people live
— Jack Kerouac
As you get older, you get more... genealogical.
— Jack Kerouac
I didn't dictate sections of 'Visions of Cody.' I typed up a segment of taped conversation with Neal Cassady, or Cody, talking about his early adventures in L.A.
tags: adventure vision
— Jack Kerouac
I got all my boyhood in vanilla winter waves around the kitchen stove.
tags: winter
— Jack Kerouac
Notoriety and public confession in the literary form is a frazzler of the heart you were born with, believe me.
tags: heart believe
— Jack Kerouac
I made myself famous by writing 'songs' and lyrics about the beauty of the things I did and ugliness, too.
tags: beauty song writing lyrics
— Jack Kerouac
The Catholic Church is a weird church. Much mysticism is sown broadspread from its ritual mysteries till it extends into the very lives of its constituents and parishoners.
tags: live mystery mysticism church
— Jack Kerouac
My story is endless. I put in a teletype roll, you know, you know what they are, you have them in newspapers, and run it through there and fix the margins and just go, go - just go, go, go.
tags: stories
— Jack Kerouac
I'm really Wallace Beery in 'The Champ.'
— Jack Kerouac
It's hard to write haiku. I write long, silly Indian poems.
tags: write poem
— Jack Kerouac
I know who the great poets are.
tags: poet
— Jack Kerouac
I don't really go out at all.
— Jack Kerouac
Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.
— Jack Kerouac
On soft Spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There's no need to say another word.
tags: star night
— Jack Kerouac
What does it mean that I am in this endless universe, thinking that I'm a man sitting under the stars on the terrace of the earth, but actually empty and awake throughout the emptiness and awakedness of everything? It means that I'm empty and awake, that I know I'm empty and awake, and that there's no difference between me and anything else.
tags: men earth star awake thinking universe
— Jack Kerouac
Listen closely... the eternal hush of silence goes on and on throughout all this, and has been going on, and will go on and on. This is because the world is nothing but a dream and is just thought of and the everlasting eternity pays no attention to it.
tags: world thoughts silence eternity attention dreams
— Jack Kerouac
My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.
tags: eyes tears
— Jack Kerouac
all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.
tags: night
— Jack Kerouac
Believe in the holy contour of life.
tags: believe holy
— Jack Kerouac
I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.
tags: belief work money
— Jack Kerouac
I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of "thinking' and "enjoying' what they call "living', I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.
tags: lies solitude machine
— Jack Kerouac
The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.
tags: world fire real boys spiritual
— Jack Kerouac
Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.
tags: living worth
— Jack Kerouac
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.
tags: people live
— Jack Kerouac
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.
tags: time people live star
— Jack Kerouac
Sure baby, mañana. It was always mañana. For the next few weeks that was all I heard""mañana a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.
tags: heaven
— Jack Kerouac
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.
— Jack Kerouac
Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.
tags: opinion
— Jack Kerouac
I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.
— Jack Kerouac
Bop began with Jazz but one afternoon somewhere on a sidewalk maybe 1939, 1940, Dizzy Gillespie or Charlie Parker or Thelonious Monk was walking past a men's clothing store on 42nd Street or South Main in L.A. and from a loudspeaker they suddenly heard a wild impossible mistake in jazz that could only have been heard inside their own imaginary head, and that is a new art. Bop.
tags: past mistakes impossible wild
— Jack Kerouac
Be in love with your life, every detail of it.
— Jack Kerouac
Everything is ecstasy inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind [it] is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.
tags: forever true mind
— Jack Kerouac
Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain
tags: time
— Jack Kerouac
Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now.
tags: kindness heaven
— Jack Kerouac
jack kerouac
Birth    : March 12, 1922
Death  : October 21, 1969
Occupation  : Novelist