my favorite excerpts from On The Road.
They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because 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 that 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 "Awww!"
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.
A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
Whither goest thou, America
Life is life, and kind is kind.
Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.
You don't die enough to cry.
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