Jack Kerouac Quotes About Madness

Quotes about: Madness

• I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness.

  Jack Kerouac

  Dream, Wisdom, Morning

  Jack Kerouac (2011). “On the Road”, p.289, Penguin UK

• So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

  Jack Kerouac

  Dream, Wisdom, Art

• The first sip [of tea] is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy.

  Jack Kerouac

  Joy, Serenity, Tea

  Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.67, Penguin

• Somebody had tipped the American continent like a pinball machine and all the goofballs had come rolling to LA in the southwest corner. I cried for all of us. There was no end to the American sadness and the American madness. Someday we'll all start laughing and roll on the ground when we realize how funny it's been.

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  Sadness, Laughing, Machines

  Jack Kerouac (2011). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: The Original Scroll”, p.206, Penguin UK

• God was gone; it was the silence of his departure. It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night. Dean was popeyed with awe. This madness would lead nowhere. I didn't know what was happening to me, and I suddenly realized it was only the tea that we were smoking; Dean had bought some in New York. It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.

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  New York, Night, Thinking

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

• In my madness I was actually in love with her for the few hours it all lasted; it was the same unmistakable ache and stab across the mind, the same sighs, the same pain, and above all the same reluctance and fear to approach.

  Jack Kerouac

  Pain, Mind, Madness

  Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.348, Penguin

• And this is the way a novel gets written, in ignorance, fear, sorrow, madness, and a kind of psychotic happiness as an incubator for the wonders being born.

  Jack Kerouac

  Ignorance, Joy, Sorrow

  Jack Kerouac (2004). “Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac, 1947-1954”, Viking Press

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