Jack Kerouac Quotes

I always know I can die at any moment.

When you've been in life-threatening situations, you become aware that life is not for ever.

I like thinking about the fragility of the human flesh and our bodies - our decay and eventual death.

We try, we fail, we posture, we aspire, we pontificate - and then we age, shrink, die, and vanish.

What, if as said, man is a bubble.

At the end of the day, we came into the world naked, and that's the way we're going to go.

I'm not fixated on death but I know tomorrows are not guaranteed.

Life is just the time between crapping yourself.

It's easy to forget people are blood and bone. They're not indestructible.

Why do we argue? Life's so fragile, a successful virus clinging to a speck of mud, suspended in endless nothing.

We are dust and to dust return. In the end we're neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.

Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all over him as he gazed down despondently at the grim secret Snowden had spilled all over the messy floor. It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all. I'm cold,' Snowden said. 'I'm cold.

Men that look no further than their outsides, think health an appurtenance unto life, and quarrel with their constitutions for being sick; but I that have examined the parts of man, and know upon what tender filaments that fabric hangs, do wonder that we are not always so; and considering the thousand doors that lead to death, do thank my God that we can die but once.

Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window, and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all.

I used to believe I was going to live forever. And then you suddenly become aware that you're not.

Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair.

First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.

We all have two things in common, no matter who we are: We were born and we are going to die.

Mortality defines the human condition.

Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.

Life is an incurable disease.

Man is a substance clad in shadows.

It was despairing to find out that I am mortal.

The only thing that is real is the being in you that is going to die.

No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.