The o n l y people for me are t he ma d ones
the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk,
mad to be
saved
desirous of everything at the
same time, the ones who never yawn
or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn,
burn, like fabulous yellow roman
candles [exploding] like
spiders across the stars and in the middle
you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody
goes
"Awww!"
-Jack
Kerouac
