Jack Kerouac: Citáty anglicky (strana 4)

“This is the story of America. Everybody's doing what they think they're supposed to do.”

“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.”

“I feel guilty for being a member of the human race.”

“Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?”

“Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.”

“A sociable smile is nothing but teeth.”

“Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.”

“We agreed to love each other madly.”

“Maybe that's what life is… a wink of the eye and winking stars.”

“As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk”

“I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.”

“The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.”

“Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH…”

“I just won't sleep," I decided. There were so many other interesting things to do.”

“I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling and laughing, and that until then I'll rush around this world I insist is holy and pull at everyone's lapel and make them confess to me and to all.”

“I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life but that great consciousness of life.”

“The fact that everybody in the world dreams every night ties all mankind together.”

“They build their own Hells.”

“LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; NY gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.”