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 things, but burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes "AWWW!"
Jack Kerouac
On the Road
1957
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Jack Kerouac and William Burroughs were my formative friends as an exteremly lost young man (at least impressing other people by holding one of thier books). That quote brought back memories of me writing stuff in the newspaper underground world of high school shennanigans. Cool quote. But the memories incite me to take a shower.
I wasn't that cool in high school, I don't think I completed a book until my junior year of University, Jews Without Money, couldn't put it down!
Who knew that would have such an impact on my life?
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