“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.”
More from Jack Kerouac
“I'm a wretch. But I love, love.”
“It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too…”
“Pain or love or danger makes you real again...”
“There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.”