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 More Quotes by Jack Kerouac More Quotes From Jack Kerouac Rocks are space, and space is illusion. Jack Kerouac illusion rocks space And before me was the great raw bulge and bulk of my American continent; somewhat far across, gloomy, crazy New York was throwing up its cloud of dust and brown steam. There is something brown and holy about the East; and California is white like washlines and emptyheaded - at least that's what I thought then. Jack Kerouac crazy new-york clouds I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. Jack Kerouac tired wisdom home The cause of the world's woe is birth, the cure of the world's woe is a bent stick. Jack Kerouac woe causes world It was my dream that screwed up, the stupid hearthside idea that it would be wonderful to follow one great red line across America instead of trying various roads and routes. Jack Kerouac stupid dream ideas Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream. Jack Kerouac dream men people One fast move or I'm gone,' I realize, gone the way of the last three years of drunken hopelessness which is a physical and spiritual and metaphysical hopelessness you can't learn in school no matter how many books on existentialism or pessimisn you read, or how many jugs of vision-producing Ayahuasca drink, or Mescaline take, or Peyote goop up with - Jack Kerouac spiritual book moving Last night I walked clear down to Times Square & just as I arrived I suddenly realized I was a ghost - it was my ghost walking on the sidewalk. Jack Kerouac lasts squares night and nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old Jack Kerouac forlorn rags growing But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see? Jack Kerouac land waiting thinking all day long wearing a hat that wasn't on my head Jack Kerouac hats long I wished I could explain it to those I loved, my mother, to Japhy, but there just weren't any words to describe the nothingness and purity of it. "Is there a certain and definite teaching to be given to all living creatures?" was the question probably asked to beetle browed snowy Dipankara, and his answer was the roaring silence of the diamond. Jack Kerouac silence teaching mother I pictured myself in a Denver bar that night, with all the gang, and in their eyes I would be strange and ragged and like the Prophet who has walked across the land to bring the dark Word, and the only Word I had was 'Wow! Jack Kerouac eye dark night The yard was full of tomato plants about to ripen, and mint, mint, everything smelling of mint, and one fine old tree that I loved to sit under on those cool perfect starry California October nights unmatched anywhere in the world. Jack Kerouac california perfect night Besides, all my New York friends were in the negative, nightmare position of putting down society and giving their tired bookish or political or psychoanalytical reasons, but Dean just raced in society, eager for bread and love. Jack Kerouac tired new-york giving And he had a nice home in Ohio with wife, daughter, Christmas tree, two cars, garage, lawn, lawnmower, but he couldn't enjoy any of it because he really wasn't free. It was sadly true. Jack Kerouac daughter nice home Is Virgin you trying to fathom me Jack Kerouac fathom virgins trying I am writing this book because we're all going to die - In the loneliness of my own life, my father dead, my brother dead, my mother faraway, my sister and my wife far away, nothing here but my own tragic hands that once were guarded by a world, a sweet attention, that now are left to guide and disappear their own way into the common dark of all our deaths, sleeping in me raw bed, alone and stupid: with just this one pride and consolation: my broke heart in the general despair and opened up inwards to the Lord, I made a supplication in this dream Jack Kerouac mother dream sweet Somewhere along the line, the pearl would be handed to me. Jack Kerouac lines pearls would-be The more ups and downs, the more joy I feel. The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel. Jack Kerouac ups-downs feels joy
