I felt the sensation of each of the directions I mentally and emotionally turned into amazed at all the possible directions you can take with different motives that come in like it can make you a different person — I’ve often thought of this since childhood of suppose instead of going up Columbus as I usually did I’d turn into Filbert would something happen that at the time is insignificant enough but would be like enough to influence my whole life in the end? — What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take?
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
- Jack Kerouac
Genius gives birth, talent delivers. - Jack Kerouac
Genius gives birth, talent delivers.
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.
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.
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.
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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