Words matter. These are the best Jack Kerouac Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
Mankind is like dogs, not gods – as long as you don’t get mad they’ll bite you – but stay mad and you’ll never be bitten. Dogs don’t respect humility and sorrow.
I really hate to write.
I didn’t dictate sections of ‘Visions of Cody.’ I typed up a segment of taped conversation with Neal Cassady, or Cody, talking about his early adventures in L.A.
My witness is the empty sky.
Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.
All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.
Maybe that’s what life is… a wink of the eye and winking stars.
All of life is a foreign country.
A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
It’s hard to write haiku. I write long, silly Indian poems.
Symbolism is alright in ‘fiction,’ but I tell true life stories simply about what happened to people I knew.
My manners, abominable at times, can be sweet.
The only people for me are the mad ones: the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who… burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles.
I got all my boyhood in vanilla winter waves around the kitchen stove.
I’m not a beatnik. I’m a Catholic.
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
All my editors since Malcolm Cowley have had instructions to leave my prose exactly as I wrote it. In the days of Malcolm Cowley, with ‘On the Road’ and ‘The Dharma Bums’, I had no power to stand by my style for better or for worse.
As you get older, you get more… genealogical.
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.
I don’t really go out at all.
Accept loss forever.
My father and my mother and my sister and I have always voted Republican, always.
All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?
I didn’t dictate sections of ‘Visions of Cody’. I typed up a segment of taped conversation with Neal Cassady, or Cody, talking about his early adventures in L.A. It’s four chapters.
I know who the great poets are.
If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.
Write in recollection and amazement for yourself.
