{"author":"Jack Kerouac","author_id":"Jack+Kerouac","total_quotes":159,"quotes":[{"text":"Never dreaming, was I, poor Jack Duluoz, that the soul is dead. That from Heaven grace descends . . . No Doctor Pisspot Poorpail to tell me; no example inside my first and only skin. That love is the heritage, and cousin to death. That the only love can only be the first love, the only death the last, the only life within, and the only word . . . Choked forever.","author":"Jack Kerouac","tags":["first-love","loss","love","pain"],"id":2439,"author_id":"Jack+Kerouac"},{"text":"At least I had frost on my nose, boots on my feet, and protest in my mouth.","author":"Jack Kerouac","tags":["anarchy","protest"],"id":3222,"author_id":"Jack+Kerouac"},{"text":"Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.","author":"Jack Kerouac","tags":["humility","long","sorrow "],"id":9107,"author_id":"Jack+Kerouac"},{"text":"Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy. ","author":"Jack Kerouac","tags":["beat","writing"],"id":13903,"author_id":"Jack+Kerouac"},{"text":"A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.","author":"Jack Kerouac","tags":["life","parting"],"id":19142,"author_id":"Jack+Kerouac"},{"text":"Who has believed in the world and died with its name on his lips?","author":"Jack Kerouac","tags":["growing","hope","innocence","loss","wise"],"id":21627,"author_id":"Jack+Kerouac"},{"text":"And I dreamed of a home long ago in New England, my little kitkats trying to go a thousand miles following me on the road across America, and my mother with a pack on her back, and my father running after the ephemeral uncatchable train, and I dreamed and woke up to a gray dawn, saw it, sniffed (because I had seen all the horizon shift as if a sceneshifter had hurried to put it back in place and make me believe in its reality), and went back to sleep, turning over. 'It's all the same thing,' I heard my voice say in the void that's highly embraceable during sleep.","author":"Jack Kerouac","tags":["dreaming","dreams","reality","void"],"id":25295,"author_id":"Jack+Kerouac"},{"text":"…of constipation of the brain \u0026 diarrhea of the mouth.","author":"Jack Kerouac","tags":["beat","beat-generation","culture","speech","thoughts"],"id":29544,"author_id":"Jack+Kerouac"},{"text":"Hell man, I know very well you didn't come to me only to want to become a writer, and after all what do I really know about it except that you've got to stick to it with the energy of a benny addict.","author":"Jack Kerouac","tags":["writing"],"id":40449,"author_id":"Jack+Kerouac"},{"text":"One afternoon as I just gazed at the topmost branches of those immensely tall trees I began to notice that the uppermost twigs and leaves were lyrical happy dancers glad that they had been apportioned the top, with all that rumbling experience of the whole tree swaying beneath them making their dance, their every jiggle, a huge and communal and mysterious necessity dance, and so just floating up there in the void dancing the meaning of the tree.","author":"Jack Kerouac","tags":["memoir","nature","spirituality"],"id":42304,"author_id":"Jack+Kerouac"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":159,"pages":16,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}