"They danced down the streets like dingledodies,
and I shambled after
as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me,
because
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 .... "
- Jack Kerouac,
On the Road
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