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...
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submitted by Rybird, February 6, 2013
Excerpt from On The Road, written in 1951 and published in 1957,an autobiographical novel by Jack Kerouac.
This quote was added November 29, 2007.