The Dharma Bums: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)

by Jack Kerouac

It’s only through form that we can realize emptiness.” He

If it wasn’t for your eyes, you wouldn’t see me. If it wasn’t for your ears, you wouldn’t hear that airplane. If it wasn’t for your nose, you wouldn’t smell the midnight mint. If it wasn’t for your tongue taster, you wouldn’t taste the difference between A and B. If it wasn’t for your body, you wouldn’t feel Princess. There is no me, no airplane, no mind, no Princess, no nothing, you for krissakes do you want to go on being fooled every damn minute of your life?”

But when I looked up and saw you running down that mountain I suddenly understood everything.”

Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming,

there’s sumpthin so durned sensible about ’em. Here I am killin myself drivin this rig back and forth from Ohio to L.A. and I make more money than you ever had in your whole life as a hobo, but you’re the one who enjoys life and not only that but you do it without workin or a whole lot of money. Now who’s smart, you or me?”

I know somethin good’s gonna come out of all this!” “All what?” “I dunno—out of the way we feel about life. You and I ain’t out to bust anybody’s skull, or cut someone’s throat in an economic way, we’ve dedicated ourselves to prayer for all sentient beings and when we’re strong enough we’ll really be able to do it, too, like the old saints. Who knows, the world might wake up and burst out into a beautiful flower of Dharma everywhere.”