The only people that interest me are
the mad 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 common place 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
