Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouacwas an American novelist and poet...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 March 1922
CityLowell, MA
CountryUnited States of America
hate pride soul
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.
girl dream spiritual
...-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...
compassion sea personality
Who knows, my God, but that the universe is not one vast sea of compassion actually, the veritable holy honey, beneath all this show of personality and cruelty?
tonight world causes
We should be wondering tonight, "Is there a world?" But I could go and talk on 5, 10, 20 minutes about is there a world, because there is really no world, cause sometimes I'm walkin' on the ground and I see right through the ground. And there is no world. And you'll find out.
eye air smog
The smog was heavy, my eyes were weeping from it, the sun was hot, the air stank, a regular hell is L.A.
generations beats playboy
The beat generation (coined in Playboy)
knowing perfect pioneers
As early pioneers in the knowing, that when you lose your reason, you attain highest perfect knowing.
light darkness may
While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light
thinking littles life-is
To think that so much comes to so little, to think that life is really short.
moving void stills
And still the Void is still and'll never move - But I will be the Void, moving without having moved.
silly looks
Always pull back-and see how silly we must look to God.
meditation awakening forget
Ah, if I could realize, if I could forget myself and devote my meditations to the freeing, the awakening and the blessedness of all living creatures everywhere I'd realize what there is, is ecstasy.
eye night mud
At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.
silence lessons world
listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot