Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouacwas an American novelist and poet...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 March 1922
CityLowell, MA
CountryUnited States of America
moving confusion leaving
We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.
notebook joy secret
Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
eye swimming sea
Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea.
falling-in-love too-much helping
It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
travel things-to-do
There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.
being-alone men boredom
No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength
autumn falling-off leafs
Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.
rain shoes clean
My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.
drinking drunk enjoy-life
Don't drink to get drunk. Drink to enjoy life.
girl forever vision
It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.
dream wisdom morning
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.
life-and-love father hands
Return those shoes to the shoemaker Return this hand to my father This pillow to the pillowmaker Those slippers to the shop. That wainscot to the carpenter, But my mind my tranquil and eternal Mind Return it to whom?
dream wisdom mind
Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.
rain taste
The taste of rain -- Why kneel?