Maggie Cassidy

Maggie Cassidy is a novel by Jack Kerouac

  • I saw her, standing in the crowd, forlorn, dissatisfied, dark, unpleasantly strange.
    • Ch. 5

  • It's only later you learn to lean your head in the lap of God, and rest in love.
    • Ch. 7

  • Heirs leap screeching from doctors' laps while the old and the poor die on, and who's to bend over their bed and comfort.
    • Ch. 13

  • All in life, prime, young joy days, riches of sixteen, I sneaked off to the lazy unresponsive girl three miles across town by the tragic-flowing dark sad Concord.
    • Ch. 14

  • I grieved inside that I had to give her up for Maggie. But I couldnt have Mary and Magdalene both so I had to decide my mind.
    • Ch. 20

  • To my utter amazement I saw out of the corner of my eye the colored boy laid out almost flat on the floor in a low slung fantastic starting position, something impossibly modern and submarining and subterranean like bop, like the new gesture of a generation.
    • Ch. 21

  • Fluting spring was racing through the corridors and ritual alleys of my sacred brain in holy life and making me wake and resurge to the business of being and becoming a man.
    • Ch. 33

  • I'm sure gonna get you tonight — aint gonna be like it used to be with you — I'm gonna find out about you at last.
    • Ch. 46

  • She laughed in his face, he slammed the door shut, put out lights, drove her home, drove the car back skittering crazily in the slush, sick, cursing.
    • Ch. 47, Final line.
 
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