Hateful bitch of a world, it wouldn’t ever last.
– Jack Kerouac
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- When you’ve understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can’t understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom. – Jack Kerouac
- Oh, I love, love, love women! I think women are wonderful! I love women! – Jack Kerouac
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- I suddenly realized I was in California. Warm, palmy air – air you can kiss – and palms. – Jack Kerouac
- There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go. – Jack Kerouac
- There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go. – Jack Kerouac
- We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301). – Jack Kerouac
- -¦of constipation of the brain & diarrhea of the mouth. – Jack Kerouac
- The little flowers grew everywhere around the rocks, and no one had asked them to grow, or me to grow. – Jack Kerouac
- Whatever anyone does,/ anyone says, in the/ past, now, everything, let/ it bounce off the rock/ of yr gladness (yr mirror) – Jack Kerouac
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- A man cannot impart the true feeling of things to others unless he himself has experienced what he is trying to tell of. – Jack Kerouac
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- And I go home having lost her love. And write this book. – Jack Kerouac
- I clearly saw the skeleton underneathall this show of personalitywhat is left of a manand all his pride but bones? – Jack Kerouac
- I have such a hopeless dream of walking or being there at night, nothing happens, I just p???, everything is unbearably over with. – Jack Kerouac
- This is the story of America. Everybody’s doing what they think they’re supposed to do. – Jack Kerouac
- Soon I’ll find the right words, they’ll be very simple. – Jack Kerouac
- …and I realized 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