Maggie Cassidy (1959) is a novel by Jack Kerouac that is a largely autobiographical work about Kerouac's early life in Lowell, Massachusetts, from 1938 to 1939, and chronicles his real-life relationship with his teenage sweetheart Mary Carney.
- 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 couldn't 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.