Author of quotes: Jack Kerouac

One night, during meditation, Avalokiteshvara, the One who hears and answers prayers, said to me: “You are authorized to remind people that they are completely free,” and then I first touched myself to remind myself of this , then rejoiced, exclaimed: "Ta!", opened his eyes - and saw a shooting star.

Small flowers grew everywhere among the stones, no one asked them about it, just like me.

- It all goes on and on, the students and the Teachers go through the same thing: first you need to find and tame the bull of the essence of your mind, then throw it, then they finally reach nothing, as in this empty picture, then, having achieved nothing, they get everything - spring flowers in the trees, so in the end they go down to the cities to get drunk with butchers like Li Bo.

I ate the banana and threw out the peel. "This is a banana ceremony."

Get yourself a house outside the city, live cheap, sometimes come to walk in bars, write, wander the hills, learn how to fool, plank boards, talk with grandmothers, carry firewood for them, clap their hands in churches, use the grace from above, take floriculture lessons, grow chrysanthemums at the door, and, for God's sake, get married, make yourself a smart, kind, human girlfriend who doesn't need nightly martinis and all this stupid sparkling kitchen machinery.

Dean stopped like thunder at the sight of her. A great knife plunged into him from the darkness of the night.
"Uncle, I love her, oh, I love her...

The earth in the moonlight was entirely mesquite and wasteland. It swelled, it became huge and rusty, it melted and rolled until the morning star intervened and the dew began to fly through our windows, and we all raced.

It was a manuscript of the night that we could not read.

He was very lonely, he wanted to return to New York. It was sad to see his tall figure receding into the darkness as we drove away - just like those other silhouettes in New York and New Orleans: they stand uncertainly under the immense skies, and everything in them is submerged. Where to go? what to do? why? - sleep. But this stupid gang drove forward.

What is the Mississippi River? - A block washed by a rainy night, light slaps from the sleepy shores of Missouri, dissolution, running the tide along the eternal channel, a tribute to brown foams, wandering along endless doles, trees and dams, further down, further, past Memphis, Greenville, Evdora, Vicksburg, Natches, Port Allen and past Port Orleans, and past Port Delta, past Potash, Venice and the Great Bay of Night, and away.

... the whole country is an oyster that can be opened; and inside a pearl, inside a pearl.

Excitement flew out of his eyes with blades of devilish light. He arched his neck in spasms of ecstasy. He could hardly squeeze out a word, so excited his life.

But why think about it, when all the golden land is ahead, and all sorts of unforeseen events are lurking, only to surprise you and delight that you are generally alive and see them.

Is it not true that you start life as a glorious child who believes in everything that is under the roof of his father's house? And then comes the day of Laodicea, when you find out that you are sir, wretched, poor, blind and nag, and with the harei of a disgusting upset ghost, shuddering, you go through the nightmare of life.