Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry. — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
When you start separating people from their rivers, what have you got? Bureaucracy! — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream. — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“Some people have vibrations that come straight from the vibrating heart of the sun, unjaded...” — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become. — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Symbolism is alright in 'fiction,' but I tell true life stories simply about what happened to people I knew. — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
I mean, why on earth (outside sickness and hangovers) aren't people continually drunk? I want ecstasy of the mind all the time. — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
The only people for me are the mad ones: the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be… — 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
And I realize the unbearable anguish of insanity: how uninformed people can be thinking insane people are "happy," O God, in fact… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
One night I realized that when you give people understanding and encouragement a funny little meek childish look abashes their eyes, no… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
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
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
The air was so sweet in New Orleans it seemed to come in soft bandannas; and you could smell the river and… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
I went one afternoon to the church of my childhood and had a vision of what I must have really meant with… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
You have absolutely no regard but yourself and your damned kicks. All you think about is what's hanging between your legs and… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
I have the right ideas, but my words are too... complicated. I need to simplify them, so that people won't get lost… — 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
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
