Jack Kerouac

No time for poetry but exactly what is.

Jack Kerouac

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.

Jack Kerouac

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

Jack Kerouac

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.

Jack Kerouac

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.

Jack Kerouac

Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.

Jack Kerouac

Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.

Jack Kerouac

Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.

Jack Kerouac

Rocks are space, and space is illusion.

Jack Kerouac

She spoke of evenings in the country making popcorn on the porch. Once this would have gladdened my heart but because her heart was not glad when she said it I knew there was nothing in it but the idea of what one should do.

Jack Kerouac