Jack Kerouac

the only people for 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 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!”

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  1. Maha 13 February 2010 at 4:29 am #

    Sigh. That’s one of my all time favorite sentences, even though he’s not even on my long list (let alone short list) of favorite writers.


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