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“Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“I have just discovered that I have no feelings, just thoughts, borrowed thoughts taken from someone I admire because he seems to have feelings.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“I'm afraid that you'll never understand me fully, and because of that, sometimes you'll be frightened, disgusted, annoyed, or pleased.”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“I do not wish to escape to myself, I wish to escape from myself. I wish to obliterate my consciousness and my knowledge of independent existence, my guilts, my secretiveness.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“You were right, I suppose, in keeping your distance. I was too intent on self-fulfillment, and rather crude about it, with all my harlequinade and conscious manipulation of your pity.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“Love is only a recognition of our own guilt and imperfection, and a supplication for forgiveness to the perfect beloved. This is why we love those who are more beautiful than ourselves, why we fear them, and why we must be unhappy lovers.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“We are sealed in our own little melancholy atmospheres, like planets, and revolving around the sun, our common but distant desire.”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“I want to see you. I feel more and more at with you now actually than ever before, I feel you more, actually more clarity, more confidence, more trust.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“Assuming I am mad (Ha!) god, how I must have suffered to go mad. And all the time I was calling to people to save me and no one put out his hand and held it. This is like suicide, only I am alive and looking out of this living death I can see the people weep and feel sorry. Alas, nobody even weeps. It's all a dream.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“It reminds me of a remark Lucien [Carr] once made to me: He said "You never seem to give yourself away completely, but of course dark-haired people are so mysterious.”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“If all the world were green, there would be no such thing as the color green. Similarly, men cannot know what it is to be together without otherwise knowing what it is to be apart. If all the world were love, then, how could love exist? This is why we turn away from each other on moments of great happiness and closeness. How can we know happiness and closeness without contrasting them, like lights?”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“Why are you afraid to submit to the annihilation of such stupid meaningless unreal knowledge. This is the abyss. Everything is green, love, without the logical fantastic equivocations that we invent so that we won't actually have to face each other.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“It's too bad our problems are not solved more easily. But that is an old stupid complaint. Still the others are stupid. It is as if to save ourselves we had to save them too. That is why genius must suffer- it has to bear the burdens of the whole world. Our happiness and reality depends on the happiness and reality of others.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“I was so sick that I found myself worrying about the future of man's soul, my own in particular.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“I hadn't thought about what any army trains for. It merely maintains itself here for no exterior purpose.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“I am bored with these frantic cravings, tired of them and therefore myself, and contemptuous though tolerant of all my vast powers of self-pity and self-expressive misery.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“I've realized something utterly strange and yet common, I think I've experienced the deep turning about. At present I am completely happy and feel completely free, I love everybody and intend to go on doing so, I know that I am an imaginary blossom and so it my literary life and my literary accomplishments are so many useless imaginary blossoms. Reality isn't images. But I do things anyhow because I am free from self, free from delusion, free from anger, I love everyone equally, as equally empty and equally coming Buddhas.”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“You are a pot of gold, don't think I don' realize it.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“I was surprised to find such an overwhelming preponderance of nervous wrecks who cracked under the initial "strain." There is a great deal of stupidity in the management of this place. The petty officers etc. are all fat buttocked Marine sergeants with loud voices. They talk a lot about order and discipline but the administrative and ordering sections are the most confused, contradictory, undisciplined and disorderly crowd I've ever met with and the atmosphere breathes lack of definition and fosters anxiety.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“We communicate to each other depthlessly, without the words we use.”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“I decided someday to become a Thoreau of the Mountains. To live like Jesus and Thoreau, except for women.”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“It's terrible never to find a father in a world chock-full of fathers of all sorts.”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“There is a kind of dreary monotony about there characters, an American sameness about them that never varies and is always dull.”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“If I had all the money in the world, I would still prefer a humble hut.
[ â€� July 14, 1955]”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“Neal is coming to New York.
Neal is coming to New York.
Neal is coming to New York for New Year´s Eve.
Neal is coming to New York for New Year´s Eve.
Neal is coming to New York for New Year´s Eve in a �49 Hudson.
[ca. December 16, 1948]”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“It's all a dream.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“All green. Abandon everything else.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“I’ve all these two days spent filing old letters, taking them out of old envelopes, clipping the pages together, putting them away . . . hundreds of old letters from Allen, Burroughs, Cassady, enuf to make you cry the enthusiasms of younger men . . . how bleak we become. And fame kills all. Someday ¨The Letters of Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac¨ will make America cry.
[â€� Jack Kerouac, in a letter to Lawrence Ferlinghetti, May 25, 1961]”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“When we make ourselves high priests of art we deceive ourselves again, art is like a genie. It is more powerful than ourselves, but only by virtue of ourselves does it exist and create. Like a genie it has no will of its own, and is, even somewhat stupid; but by our will it moves to build our gleaming palaces and provide a mistress for the palace, which is most important. The high priest is a cultist, who worships the genie that someone else has invoked.”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“none of us realize the importance, nay the sweetness, of admiration; it is one of the dying virtues of character.”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters