I'll go to the south of Sicily in the winter, and paint memories of Arles – I'll buy a piano and Mozart… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
You don't realize what a strain it is on the nerves to write or think-of-writing all day long, and to sleep full… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
I spent my entire youth writing slowly with revisions and endless rehashing speculation and deleting and got so I was writing one… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Rather, I think one should write, as nearly as possible, as if he were the first person on earth and was humbly… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Burroughs is the greatest satirical writer since Jonathan Swift. . . . The net result of Naked Lunch will be to make… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Mainly I've been back to my books and writings and being nice and quiet and lazy. As I'm writing this, the radio… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again. Born writers of… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
I'm Catholic and I can't commit suicide, but I plan to drink myself to death. — Jack Kerouac Copy Share
The Beat Generation, that was a vision that we had, John Clellon Holmes and I, and Allen Ginsberg in an even wilder way, in… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share
But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things. — Jack Kerouac Copy Share
“For when you realized that God is Everything you know that you've got to love everything no matter how bad it is, in the… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share
“I'm an idealist who has outgrown my idealism I have nothing to do the rest of my life but do it and the rest… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share
“And in the flush of the first few days of joy I confidently tell myself (not expecting what I'll do in three weeks only)… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share
I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share
“For the next week that was all I heard - manana, a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.” — Jack Kerouac Copy Share
“O how wonderful life is, how miraculous, God made this and God made that", "how do you know he doesn't hate what He did:… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share
Notoriety and public confession in the literary form is a frazzler of the heart you were born with, believe me. — Jack Kerouac Copy Share
“The hot water pools are steaming, Fagan and Monsanto and the others are all sitting peacefully up to their necks, they're all naked, but… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share
