She brooded and bit her rich lips: my soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches' brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike. — 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 Image
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 Image
But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things. — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“For the next week that was all I heard - manana, a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.” — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“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 Image
