Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouacwas an American novelist and poet...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 March 1922
CityLowell, MA
CountryUnited States of America
dream perfect rose
Everything is perfect on the street again, the world is permeated with roses of happiness all the time, but none of us know it. The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.
strong thinking self
I can't think of anybody...who knows the sum and substance of what I know and feel and cry about in my secret self all the time when I don't feel strong, the sorrows of time and personality, and can therefore on all levels make it all the way with me
substance divine universal
There is universal substance which is divine substance because where else can it be?
inspirational thinking way
I am always thinking 'What am I doing here? Is this the way I am supposed to feel?'
ignorance joy sorrow
And this is the way a novel gets written, in ignorance, fear, sorrow, madness, and a kind of psychotic happiness as an incubator for the wonders being born.
flower tired air
Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.
new-york spring land
Whenever spring comes to New York I can't stand the suggestion of the land that come blowing over the river from New Jersey and I've got to go. So I went.
love age bread
Eager for bread and love.
love dream cousin
Never dreaming, was I, poor Jack Duluoz, that the soul is dead. That from Heaven grace descends . . . No Doctor Pisspot Poorpail to tell me; no example inside my first and only skin. That love is the heritage, and cousin to death. That the only love can only be the first love, the only death the last, the only life within, and the only word . . . choked forever.
inspiration idols given
You are the equal of the idol who has given you your inspiration
travel successful matter
No matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.
world want plans
You aren't ever going to be anything in this world unless you do what you want to do, when you want to do it--don't plan anything, just go out and do it.
lonely stars home
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.
faults matter blame
The truth of the matter is we don't understand our women; we blame on them and it's all our fault,