Jack Kerouac
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!
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.
All is well, practice kindness, heaven is nigh.
...and everything is going to the beat - It's the beat generation, it's be-at, it's the beat to keep, it's the beat of the heart, it's being beat and down in the world and like oldtime lowdown and like in ancient civilizations the slave boatmen rowing galleys toa beat and servants spinning pottery to a beat...
The road is life.