I am writing this book because we're all going to die - In the loneliness of my own life, my father dead, my brother dead, my mother faraway, my sister and my wife far away, nothing here but my own tragic hands that once were guarded by a world, a sweet attention, that now are left to guide and disappear their own way into the common dark of all our deaths, sleeping in me raw bed, alone and stupid: with just this one pride and consolation: my broke heart in the general despair and opened up inwards to the Lord, I made a supplication in this dream
Genius gives birth, talent delivers. - Jack Kerouac
Genius gives birth, talent delivers.
- Jack Kerouac
Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain - Jack Kerouac
Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain
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.
Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion. - Jack Kerouac
Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.
Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now. - Jack Kerouac
Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now.
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.
Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink. - Jack Kerouac
Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.
And what does the rain say at night in a small town, what does the rain have to say? Who walks beneath dripping melancholy branches listening to the … - Jack Kerouac
And what does the rain say at night in a small town, what does the rain have to say? Who walks beneath dripping melancholy branches listening to the …
and silence is the golden mountain - Jack Kerouac
and silence is the golden mountain
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