The only people for me are the mad one, 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 an uncommon-place thing,
but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles...
Jack Kerouak
09 outubro, 2004
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