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A Quote by Jack Kerouac on kerouac and dharma bums

Desolation, desolation, I owe so much to desolation.

Jack Kerouac (1922 - 1969)

Source: The Dharma Bums

Contributed by: David

A Quote by Jack Kerouac on kerouac and dharma bums

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.

Jack Kerouac (1922 - 1969)

Source: The Dharma Bums

Contributed by: David

A Quote by Jack Kerouac on kerouac and dharma bums

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.

Jack Kerouac (1922 - 1969)

Source: The Dharma Bums

Contributed by: David

A Quote by Jack Kerouac on kerouac and dharma bums

But there was a wisdom in it all, as you'll see if you take a walk some night on a suburban street and pass house after house on both sides of the street each with the lamplight of the living room, shining golden, and inside the little blue square of the television, each living family riveting its attention on probably one show; nobody talking; silence in the yards; dogs barking at you because you pass on human feet instead of on wheels. You'll see what I mean, when it begins to appear like everybody in the world is soon going to be thinking the same way and the Zen Lunatics have long joined dust, laughter on their dust lips.

Jack Kerouac (1922 - 1969)

Source: The Dharma Bums

Contributed by: David

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