‘…’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)
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)
On the Road, Jack Kerouac (via faithdamm)
Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via streetsofcalcutta)
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)
Jack Kerouac, Doctor Sax (via fallenidol)
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)
Jack Kerouac (from On the Road)
Jack Kerouac-Letter, 1959