"The only real people for me are the mad, those who are mad with the desire to live, mad with the desire to speak, to be saved, mad with desire for everything at the same time, those who never yawn and who never say trivialities, but which burn, burn like extraordinary fireworks, which explode like spiders in the stars and in their center you can see the blue glow which bursts and everyone goes “Wow”!” On the road, 1957, Jack Kerouac