Because anybody can write, but not everybody invents new forms of writing. Gertrude Stein invented a new form of writing and her imitators are just "talents." — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Anybody can write, but not everybody invents new forms of writing. Gertrude Stein invented a new form of writing and her imitators are just 'talents.' Hemingway later invented his own form also. The criterion for judging talent or genius is… — 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
Notoriety and public confession in the literary form is a frazzler of the heart you were born with, believe me. — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling & laughing. — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“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 Image
