NovelBut then they danced down the street like dingle-dodies, 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 and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everbody goes "Awww!"Jack KerouacOn the Road · 1957★ 5.4
I am not arguing with you-I am telling you.James McNeill WhistlerThe Gentle Art of Making Enemies · 1890★ 3.6
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