I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life. – Jack Kerouac
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them. – Jack Kerouac
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. – Jack Kerouac
All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together. – Jack Kerouac