"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 a 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"
I love this quote. I wish I lived it. But I yawn. I say commonplace things.
I always thought Jack Kerouac would be someone I would love to be friends with...you know, if we had lived in the same lifetime. They describe him as an underground celebrity, novelist, poet, painter...and part of the hippie movement.
He seeems kewl...to me.
I need to put his books on my reading list; among them: On the Road, Doctor Sax, The Dharma Bums, Mexico City Blues, The Subterraneans, Desolation Angels, Visions of Cody, The Sea is My Brother, and Big Sur.
What an interesting life. Full of wanderlust, passion and fire.
Where are these mad people immensly invigorated by life?
Where are these people with an intense desire for more than the norm?
I have to find the fire.
I must look for the mad.