Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouacwas an American novelist and poet...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 March 1922
CityLowell, MA
CountryUnited States of America
life running stars
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
wisdom travel inspire
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.
suicide drinking beer
I'm Catholic and I can't commit suicide, but I plan to drink myself to death.
wisdom race big-sur
I feel guilty for being a member of the human race.
writing elements faults
It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.
joy serenity tea
The first sip [of tea] is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy.
stars night thinking
Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize 'The stars are words' and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.
winter medicine age
In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.
writing men down-and
Man, wow, there's so many things to do, so many things to write! How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fears...
dream wisdom song
I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.
wisdom yesterday littles
You'd be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday
heart men las-vegas
She talks with a broken heart - Her voice lutes brokenly like a heart lost, musically too, like in a lost grove, it's almost too much to bear sometimes like some fantastic futuristic Jerry Southern singer in a nightclub who steps up to the mike in the spotlight in Las Vegas but doesn't even have to sing, just talk, to make men sigh and women wonder I guess...
wisdom mind gorges
Let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.
writing way inspiration-to-write
It ain't whatcha write, it's the way atcha write it.