“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.”
—
Jack Kerouac
woke with this stuck in my head again. People always include the rambly bit about the roman candles and the burning (which makes it much hipper and more profound), but the simpler start seems like the real point to me; the only people for me are the mad ones.
