It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies Jack Kerouac More Quotes by Jack Kerouac More Quotes From Jack Kerouac fear life but don't die, your alone, everybody's alone, oh Cody Pomeray you can't win you can't lose all is ephemeral all is hurt Jack Kerouac ephemeral hurt winning What is he aching to do? What are we all aching to do? What do we want?” She didn’t know. She yawned. She was sleepy. It was too much. Nobody could tell. Nobody would ever tell. It was all over. She was eighteen and most lovely, and lost. Jack Kerouac lovely too-much want Think what a great world revolution will take place when ... [there are] millions of guys all over the world with rucksacks on their backs tramping around the back country. Jack Kerouac journey country thinking Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running—that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters. And if your cans are redhot and you can't hold them in your hands, just use good old railroad gloves, that's all. Jack Kerouac running happiness beach Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall. Jack Kerouac creation mind fall The air was so sweet in New Orleans it seemed to come in soft bandannas; and you could smell the river and really smell the people, and mud, and molasses, and every kind of tropical exhalation, with your nose suddenly removed from the dry ices of a Northern winter. Jack Kerouac new-orleans winter sweet Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all? Jack Kerouac beat-generation wake-up The cowboy music twanged in the roadhouse and carried across the fields, all sadness. It was all right with me. I kissed my baby and we put out the lights. Jack Kerouac cowboy sadness baby I loved the way she said 'LA'; I love the way everybody says 'LA' on the Coast; it's their one and only golden town when all is said and done. Jack Kerouac golden done way I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing. Jack Kerouac dharma-bums done world Don't touch me, I'm full of snakes. Jack Kerouac touch-me snakes And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves. Jack Kerouac wisdom love-is long I'd sleep and forget it; I had my own life, my own sad and ragged life forever. Jack Kerouac forever sleep forget Because anybody can write, but not everybody invents new forms of writing. Gertrude Stein invented a new form of writing and her imitators are just "talents." Jack Kerouac judging feelings writing Rather, I think one should write, as nearly as possible, as if he were the first person on earth and was humbly and sincerly putting on paper that which he saw and experienced and loved and lost; what his passing thoughts were and his sorrows and desires. Jack Kerouac sorrow writing thinking Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse. I am not in the madhouse. Jack Kerouac madhouses They were like the man with the dungeon stone and gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining. Jack Kerouac hipster men america I clearly saw the skeleton underneath all this show of personality what is left of a man and all his pride but bones? Jack Kerouac skeletons pride men The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then. Jack Kerouac swirls mad literature No time for poetry but exactly what is. Jack Kerouac crafts poetry
