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]