Accept loss forever
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Category: Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouac (/ˈkɛruːæk/ or /ˈkɛrɵæk/; born Jean-Louis Lebris de Kérouac March 12, 1922 – October 21, 1969) was an American novelist and poet.
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.
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Believe in the holy contour of life
Believe in the holy contour of life
We should be wondering tonight, “Is there a world?” But I could go and talk on 5, 10, 20 minutes about is there a world, because there is really no world, cause sometimes I’m walkin’ on the ground and I see right through the ground. And there is no world. And you’ll find out.
I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.
Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
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All of life is a foreign country.
All of life is a foreign country.
Maybe that’s what life is… a wink of the eye and winking stars.
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 an uncommon-place thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles…
A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
THIS was really the way my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell.