The sun goes down long and red. All the magic names of the valley unrolled - Manteca, Madera, all the rest. Soon… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“In winter darkness, the Baghdad Arabian keen blue deepness of the piercing lovely January winter's dusk--it used to tear my heart out,… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Contrary to the general belief about photography, you don't need bright sunlight: the best moodiest pictures are taken in the dim light… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color 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
