Jack Kerouac (born Jean-Louis Lebris de Kérouac; March 12, 1922 – October 21, 1969) was an American novelist and poet.
He is considered a literary iconoclast and, alongside William S. Burroughs an...
Jack Kerouac Novel
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple. Jack Kerouac
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry. Jack Kerouac
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.
The best teacher is experience and not through someone's distorted point of view Jack Kerouac
The best teacher is experience and not through someone's distorted point of view
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream. Jack Kerouac
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.
because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars... Jack Kerouac
because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars...
We agreed to love each other madly. Jack Kerouac
We agreed to love each other madly.
Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree. Jack Kerouac
Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.
There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars. Jack Kerouac
There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.
The only truth is music. Jack Kerouac
The only truth is music.
A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world. Jack Kerouac
A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. Jack Kerouac
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road. Jack Kerouac
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.
