„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!”“
On the Road, Novel by Jack Kerouac