I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars. Jack Kerouac More Quotes by Jack Kerouac More Quotes From 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. Jack Kerouac mistakepastart What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. Jack Kerouac crazygoodbyetravel If you tell a true story, you can't be wrong. Jack Kerouac true-storystoriesinspirational Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved? Jack Kerouac angelwisdombelieve I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling and laughing, and that until then I'll rush around this world I insist is holy and pull at everyone's lapel and make them confess to me and to all. Jack Kerouac yellinggiving-upwisdom It's okay, girl, we'll make it till the sun goes down forever. And until then what you got to lose but the losing? We're fallen angels who didn't believe that nothing means nothing. Jack Kerouac girlmeanbelieve I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness. Jack Kerouac wisdomdreammorning How I wished I'd have had a camera of my own, a mad mental camera that could register pictorial shots, of the photographic artist himself prowling about for his ultimate shot - an epic in itself. (On the road with Robert Frank, 1958) Jack Kerouac madepicartist Genius gives birth, talent delivers. Jack Kerouac geniuswritinggiving Desolation, desolation, I owe so much to desolation. Jack Kerouac desolation It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies Jack Kerouac crazygoodbyetravel 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. Jack Kerouac silencedreamattention It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on. Jack Kerouac elementspeculiarwriting The fact that everybody in the world dreams every night ties all mankind together. Jack Kerouac tiesdreamnight Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings. Jack Kerouac hidingfeelingsart Finding Nirvana is like locating silence. Jack Kerouac dharma-bumssilencewisdom Pain or love or danger makes you real again. Jack Kerouac painrealwisdom I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. 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 wisdomdreamsong I didn't know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being. Jack Kerouac wantlifeworld 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. Jack Kerouac babyheavenmean
