"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!'" - Jack Kerouac