The best teacher is experience and not through someone's distorted point of view Jack Kerouac More Quotes by Jack Kerouac More Quotes From Jack Kerouac It's hard to explain and best thing to do is not be false. Jack Kerouac best-thingshardthings-to-do I told Terry I was leaving. She had been thinking about it all night and was resigned to it. Emotionlessly she kissed me in the vineyard and walked off down the row. We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time. Jack Kerouac love-isnightthinking There is a blessedness surely to be believed, Jack Kerouac blessednessecstasyforever I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively. How can we face such a fact, and not live in fear? Jack Kerouac pridesoullooks Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind. Jack Kerouac strugglemindwriting Anybody doesn't like these pitchers don't like potry, see? Anybody don't like potry go home see television shots of big hatted cowboys being tolerated by kind horses. Robert Frank, Swiss, unobtrusive, nice, with that little camera that he raises and snaps with one hand he sucked a sad poem right out of America onto film, taking rank among the poets of the world. To Robert Frank I now give this message: You got eyes. Jack Kerouac horseniceeye Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again. Jack Kerouac designgivingnight -no girl had ever moved me with a story of spiritual suffering and so beautifully her soul showing out radiant as an angel wandering in hell and the hell the selfsame streets I'd roamed in watching, watching for someone just like her and never dreaming the darkness and the mystery and eventuality of our meeting in eternity. Jack Kerouac girlspiritualdream It's pretty amazing to see a guy, while steering at the wheel, suddenly raise his little 300 dollar German camera with one hand and snap something that's on the move in front of him, and through an unwashed windshield at that. (On the road with Robert Frank, 1958) Jack Kerouac guyhandsmoving You seek identity in the midst of indistinguishab le chaos, in sprawling nameless reality. Jack Kerouac chaosidentityreality Why did I allow myself to be bored ever in the past and to compensate for it got high or drunk or rages or all the tricks people have because they want anything but serene understanding of just what there is, which is after all so much. Jack Kerouac drunkpeoplepast And you have been forever, and will be forever, and all the worrisome smashings of your foot on innocent cupboard doors it was only the Void pretending to be a man pretending not to know the Void. Jack Kerouac feetdoorsmen The tree looks like a dog, barking at heaven. Jack Kerouac dogtreeheaven The smog was heavy, my eyes were weeping from it, the sun was hot, the air stank, a regular hell is L.A. Jack Kerouac eyeairhot An awful realization that I have been fooling myself all my life thinking there was a next thing to do to keep the show going and actually I'm just a sick clown and so is everybody else Jack Kerouac sickrealizationthinking At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching among the lights of 27th and Welton in the Denver colored section, wishing I were a Negro, feeling that the best the white world had offered was not enough ecstasy for me, not enough life, joy, kicks, darkness, music, not enough night. Jack Kerouac lightwhitenight Burroughs is the greatest satirical writer since Jonathan Swift. . . . The net result of Naked Lunch will be to make people shudder at their own lies, will be to make them open up and be straight with one another. Swift and Rabelais and Sterne accomplished a step in that direction, and Burroughs another. Jack Kerouac lunchlyingpeople In our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever...listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, It is all one vast awakened thing. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. Jack Kerouac essencedreamideas Burroughs is the greatest satirical writer since Jonathan Swift. Jack Kerouac burroughssatirical listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot Jack Kerouac lessonssilenceworld
