“we got out of the car for air and suddenly both of us were stoned with joy to realize that in the… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
The first sip [of tea] is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
And with joy you realize for the first time "Thinking's just like not thinking — So I don't have to think any more". — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“Bitterness, recriminations, advice, morality, sadness—everything was behind him, and ahead of him was the ragged and ecstatic joy of pure being (195).” — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“Remember that book I told you about the first sip is joy the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
And this is the way a novel gets written, in ignorance, fear, sorrow, madness, and a kind of psychotic happiness as an… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
With joy realize for the first time thinking just not thinking-so I don't have to think anymore. — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching among the lights of 27th and Welton in the Denver colored section, wishing… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
a fool forgetting all the ideals and joys I knew before, in my recent years of drinking and disappointment, what does he… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Dean and I both swayed to the rhythm and the IT of our final excited joy in talking and living to the… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
But there's no joy at all, people say "Oh well he's drunk and happy let him sleep it off"--The poor drunkard is… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Keep it kickwriting at all costs too, that is, write only what kicks you and keeps you overtime awake from sheer mad… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
I have been writing my heart out all my life, but only getting a living out of it now.... ... it's not… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Now you understand the Oriental passion for tea, said Japhy. Remember that book I told you about the first sip is joy,… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
The more ups and downs, the more joy I feel. The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel. — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“Every now and then a clear harmonic cry gave new suggestions of a tune that would someday be the only tune in… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“Powerful winds that crack the boughs of November! - and the bright calm sun, untouched by the furies of the earth, abandoning… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“It was a joy, though, to get down into the valley and lose sight of all that open sky space underneath everything… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“He was alone in the doorway, digging the street. Bitterness, recriminations, advice, morality, sadness--everything was behind him, and ahead of him was… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“How is there laughter, how is there joy, as this world is always burning?” — 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