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Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.

Jack Kerouac

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Jack Kerouac
Age: 47 †
Born: 1922
Born: March 13
Died: 1969
Died: October 21
Novelist
Poet
Screenwriter
Writer
East Chelmsford
Massachusetts
Jean-Louis Lebris de Kérouac
Jean-Louis Lebris de Kerouac
Kerouac
Jean-Louis Kerouac
Feelings
Art
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Craftiness
Goddamn
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don't stop to think of the words when you do stop, just stop to think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this work.
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I rather like the idea of having all my hours to myself: eating a Fudge Sundae, watching a movie, sleeping on my couch, singing in the bathroom, studying the woods, kidding around with a girl, playing cards lazily - all kinds of stuff that American brands 'shiftless.'
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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.
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It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies
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Ah Japhy you taught me the final lesson of them all, you can't fall off a mountain.
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I'm going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.
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And still the Void is still and'll never move - But I will be the Void, moving without having moved.
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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.
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The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death. But who wants to die?
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Write in recollection and amazement for yourself.
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When the railroad trains moaned, and river-winds blew, bringing echoes through the vale, it was as if a wild hum of voices, the dear voices of everybody he had known, were crying: Peter, Peter! Where are you going, Peter? And a big soft gust of rain came down. He put up the collar of his jacket, and bowed his head, and hurried along.
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I'm writing this book because we're all going to die.
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There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.
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Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.
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I felt free and therefore I was free.
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Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.
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Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind.
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He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.
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