Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become. Jack Kerouac More Quotes by Jack Kerouac More Quotes From Jack Kerouac Never mistake talking about writing for actual writing. Jack Kerouac mistake writing talking ...[the photographer] can be considered a kind of disembodied burrowing eye, a conspirator against time and its hammers. His work, print after print of it, seems to call to be shown before the decay which it portrays flattens all... Here are the records of the age before an imminent collapse. Jack Kerouac hammers eye age So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you. Jack Kerouac ends easy long I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars. Jack Kerouac crazy stars hands You guys are going somewhere or just going? Jack Kerouac guy Because I cannot write my native language and have no native home anymore, and am amazed by that horrible homelessness of all French-Canadian s abroad in America. Jack Kerouac native-language home writing Now the mountains were getting that pink tinge, I mean the rocks, they were just solid rock covered with the atoms of dust accumulated there since beginningless time. In fact I was afraid of those jagged monstrosities all around and over our heads. "They're so silent!" I said. "Yeah man, you know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sitting there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin. Jack Kerouac men mean thinking Pretty girls make graves Jack Kerouac pretty-girl graves girl We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell Jack Kerouac roof america I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling & laughing. Jack Kerouac yelling giving-up life I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else? Jack Kerouac flames light forever At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, were as big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince who's lost his ancestral home and journeys across the spaces trying to find it again, and knows he never will. Jack Kerouac stars lonely home No matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts. Jack Kerouac successful matter travel The secret of this kind of climbing, is like Zen. Don't think. Just dance along. It's the easiest thing in the world, actually easier than walking on flat ground which is monotonous. The cute little problems present themselves at each step and yet you don't hesitate and you find yourself on some other boulder you picked out for no special reason at all, just like zen.~ Japhy Jack Kerouac climbing cute thinking Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds? Jack Kerouac ties white clouds So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines. Jack Kerouac girl past world and the stars were icicles of mockery Jack Kerouac mockery icicles stars It’s a sort of furtiveness … Like we were a generation of furtive. You know, with an inner knowledge there’s no use flaunting on that level, the level of the ‘public’, a kind of beatness – I mean, being right down to it, to ourselves, because we all really know where we are – and a weariness with all the forms, all the conventions of the world … It’s something like that. So I guess you might say we’re a beat generation. Jack Kerouac generations use mean Keep it kickwriting at all costs too, that is, write only what kicks you and keeps you overtime awake from sheer mad joy. Jack Kerouac mad writing joy All the souls to explore! - It's not so necessary to love, really, as it is to settle something deep with all of those who really matter. Love and hate are the same things, differently sifted through personal... pride, or what have you... personal pride or even just personal-ness. Jack Kerouac hate pride soul
