The mad ones

"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..."

-Jack Kerouac

These are the days I love being an English major. Just the last week in my literature class we were discussing the Beat movement, and now today I've discovered the beauty of Jack Kerouac's words. I'd have to agree with him, by the way. The only people for me are the mad ones.

Always,

L.A.