3.16.2009

the mad ones

There are books I feel drawn to, destined to love... like before I even pick it up, I know we'll be happy together.

Sometimes all it takes is one sentence to cement that feeling, to make me wish I had written it, to make me stop, and smile, and wonder...

"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 'Aww!'"
-Jack Kerouac, On the Road

1 comment:

marissa said...

I love that.