"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 yamn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous tellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...." - Jack Kerouac
"Laid out below me is a town called Next. I've got a noggin full of songs, I've got a story on my tongue, but I've got absolutely no other prospects." - Rives
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