I was going to rise, do some typing and coffee drinking in the kitchen all day since at that time work, work was my dominant thought, not love- not the pain which impels me to write this even while I don't want to, the pain which won't be eased by writing of this but heightened, but which will be redeemed, and if only it were a dignified pain and could be placed somewhere other than this black gutter of shame and loss and noisemaking folly in the night... /The Subterraneans

Jack Kerouac

Aller à la citation

---

I believe in order, tenderness, and piety.

Jack Kerouac

Mots clés drunken-behaviour beat-generation jack-kerouac

Aller à la citation

---

There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

Jack Kerouac

Mots clés travel

Aller à la citation

---

I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn't remember especially because the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it.

Jack Kerouac

Aller à la citation

---

I had nothing to offer anybody, except my own confusion

Jack Kerouac

Aller à la citation

---

I could hear and indescribable seething roar which wasn't which wasn't in my ear but everywhere and had nothing to do with sounds. I realised that I had died and reborn numberless times but just didn't remember especially because the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly eas, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it.

I realised it was only because of the stability of the intrinsic Mind that these ripples of birth and death took place, like the action of wind on a sheet of pure, serene, mirror-like water. I felt sweet, swinging bliss, like a big shot of heroin in the mainline vein, like a gulp of wine late in the afternoon and it makes you shudder; my feet tingled.

I thought I was going to die the very next moment.

Jack Kerouac

Aller à la citation

---

I go to bed with horror on my wings. In my pillow is sad comforts. Like my mother says, 'On essaye a s'y prendre, pi sa travaille pas' (We try to manage, and it turns out shit).

Jack Kerouac

Aller à la citation

---

نزلتُ من
برجى العاجىّ
ولم أجد العالم

Jack Kerouac

Aller à la citation

---

The mambo never let up for a moment, it frenzied on like an endless journey in the jungle (288).

Jack Kerouac

Aller à la citation

---

All that old road of the past unreeling dizzily as if the cup of life had been overturned and everything gone mad. My eyes ached in nightmare day (235).

Jack Kerouac

Mots clés travel on-the-road life-changing travel-writing

Aller à la citation

---

« ; premier précédent
Page 45 de 70.
suivant dernier » ;

---

---