
Because 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 that never yawn or say a commonplace thing,
but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles
exploding like spiders across the stars.
On the Road
1957
Jack Kerouac






“I am very, very sorry for the terrible distress that I have caused you.”
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