You can’t live in this world but there’s nowhere else to go.
JACK KEROUACYou can’t live in this world but there’s nowhere else to go.
JACK KEROUACPut down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.
JACK KEROUACI realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.
JACK KEROUACI was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.
JACK KEROUACBut, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.
JACK KEROUACThe road must eventually lead to the whole world.
JACK KEROUACI didn’t know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.
JACK KEROUACAll of life is a foreign country.
JACK KEROUACNo fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge.
JACK KEROUACAll I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.
JACK KEROUACYou’d be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday
JACK KEROUACI want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?
JACK KEROUACThe fact that everybody in the world dreams every night ties all mankind together.
JACK KEROUACWhile looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light.
JACK KEROUACThere was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.
JACK KEROUACBelieve in the holy contour of life.
JACK KEROUAC