Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouacwas an American novelist and poet...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 March 1922
CityLowell, MA
CountryUnited States of America
inspirational thinking way
I am always thinking 'What am I doing here? Is this the way I am supposed to feel?'
inspirational inspiring travel
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
music wisdom inspirational-music
The only truth is music.
inspirational life birthday
Be in love with your life, every detail of it.
inspirational stories true-story
If you tell a true story, you can't be wrong.
inspirational life beautiful
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.
inspirational life dream
All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.
inspirational friends horse
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 never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
inspirational life beautiful
Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.
dozen kissed last looked love turned walked
Emotionlessly she kissed me in the vineyard and walked off down the row. We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked up at each other for the last time.
everybody jam yelling
Everybody was yelling 'Go! Go! Go!' (like a jam session),
bite dogs gods mankind respect stay
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.
angel darkness dreaming girl hell id meeting moved mystery radiant showing soul spiritual streets suffering wandering watching
-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 Id roamed in watching, watching for someone just like her and never dreaming the darkness and the mystery and eventuality of our meeting in eternity,
ahead alive alone events glad golden kinds left lurking surprise wait
I was going to be left alone on my butt at the other end of the continent. But why think about that when all the golden land's ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?