Jack Kerouac

Something great is about to happen to me: I’m about to love somebody very much.

Jack Kerouac

Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.

Jack Kerouac

The beauty of things must be that they end.

Jack Kerouac

The dream is already ended and we’re already awake in the golden eternity.

Jack Kerouac

The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.

Jack Kerouac

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.

Jack Kerouac

The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.

Jack Kerouac

The road must eventually lead to the whole world.

Jack Kerouac

The unspeakable visions of the individual.

Jack Kerouac

There are worse things than being mad.

Jack Kerouac