"... 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 'Awww!' What did they call such young people in Goethe's Germany?"
"But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things."
"They build their own Hells."
"Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry."
"You'd be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday."
"Ray, what you got to do is go climb a mountain..."
"Accept loss forever."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Kerouac
