Jack Kerouac Quotes About Home

Quotes about: Home

• The bus roared on. I was going home in October. Everybody goes home in October.

  Jack Kerouac

  Home, October, Going Home

  Jack Kerouac (2000). “Atop an Underwood: Early Stories and Other Writings”, p.129, Penguin

• I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middle class philosophy out of it. I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.

  Jack Kerouac

  Life, Stars, Philosophy

• I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.

  Jack Kerouac

  Wisdom, Home, Tired

  Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.124, Penguin

• I ate apple pie and ice cream—it was getting better as I got deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer. There were the most beautiful bevies of girls everywhere I looked in Des Moines that afternoon—they were coming home from high school—but I had no time for thoughts like that…So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.

  Jack Kerouac

  Beautiful, Girl, Home

  Jack Kerouac (2007). “Road Novels 1957-1960”

• I'd rather hop freights around the country and cook my food out of tin cans over wood fires, than be rich and have a home or work.

  Jack Kerouac

  Country, Home, Fire

  Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.118, Penguin

• And he had a nice home in Ohio with wife, daughter, Christmas tree, two cars, garage, lawn, lawnmower, but he couldn't enjoy any of it because he really wasn't free. It was sadly true.

  Jack Kerouac

  Daughter, Nice, Home

  Jack Kerouac (2007). “Road Novels 1957-1960”

• At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, were as big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince who's lost his ancestral home and journeys across the spaces trying to find it again, and knows he never will.

  Jack Kerouac

  Lonely, Stars, Home

  Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.291, Penguin

• Because I cannot write my native language and have no native home anymore, and am amazed by that horrible homelessness of all French-Canadian s abroad in America.

  Jack Kerouac

  Home, Writing, Native Language

• Anybody doesn't like these pitchers don't like potry, see? Anybody don't like potry go home see television shots of big hatted cowboys being tolerated by kind horses. Robert Frank, Swiss, unobtrusive, nice, with that little camera that he raises and snaps with one hand he sucked a sad poem right out of America onto film, taking rank among the poets of the world. To Robert Frank I now give this message: You got eyes.

  Jack Kerouac

  Horse, Nice, Eye

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