(…) 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 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!”
— 'On the road'. Kerouak.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade
— Great Expectations by Charles Dickens (via theriverjordyn)