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Jack Kerouac
Geburtstag: 12. März 1922
Todesdatum: 21. Oktober 1969
Jack Kerouac; eigentlich Jean-Louis Lebris de Kérouac , war ein US-amerikanischer Schriftsteller franko-kanadischer Herkunft und einer der wichtigsten Vertreter der Beat Generation.
Zitate Jack Kerouac
„Alles, was ich wollte und was Neal wollte und was alle wollten, war, irgendwie ins Herz der Dinge vorzudringen,…“
— Jack Kerouac
On the Road: the Original Scroll
„The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"“
— Jack Kerouac
Context: They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
Part One, Ch. 1
„It all ends in tears anyway.“
— Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
„Soon I'll find the right words, they'll be very simple.“
— Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
Sometimes paraphrased as "One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple" or "Someday I will find the right words … ", and sometimes misattributed to The Dharma Bums rather than to Some of the Dharma.
„There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.“
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road: the Original Scroll
„My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.“
— Jack Kerouac
Not a Kerouac quote, but by Allen Ginsberg in his journal of 30 July 1947. Published in The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice, page 199.
„The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.“
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road: The Original Scroll
