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"The only truth is music." ~ Jack Kerouac

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‘…’Twere good enough to have been born just to die, as we all are. Something will come of it in the Milky Ways of eternity stretching in front of all our phantom unjaundiced eyes, friends.’

Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via iyourglass)

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Every now and then a clear harmonic cry gave new suggestions of a tune that would someday be the only tune in the world and would raise men’s souls to joy.

Sal Paradise (via madmanroad)

The second-hand kisses the minute-hand sixty times an hour 24 hours a day and still we swallow in hope of life.

Jack Kerouac, Maggie Cassidy (via thespanisharmanda)

The bottom of the world is gold and the world is upside down.

On the Road, Jack Kerouac (via faithdamm)

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

Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via streetsofcalcutta)

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Last night I walked clear down to Times Square and just as I arrived I suddenly realized I was a ghost - it was my ghost walking on the sidewalk.

On the Road, Jack Kerouac (via tntnnbltion)

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It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time. - Jack Kerouac

Memory and dream are intermixed in this mad universe.

Jack Kerouac, Doctor Sax (via fallenidol)

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I’m right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim…

Jack KerouacDesolation Angels

My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realised no matter what you do it’s bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.

Jack Kerouac, On The Road (1951)

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For joy, for kicks, for something burning in the night.

Jack Kerouac (from On the Road)

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The only words worth anything are words that you think of when you see a butterfly.

Jack Kerouac-Letter, 1959