Jack Kerouac

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.

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling & laughing.

Your art is the Holy Ghost blowing through your soul

I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn't remember because the transitions from life to death and back are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it.

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

Never Say a Commonplace Thing.

 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!"