"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." J. Kerouac
segunda-feira, 15 de outubro de 2012
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"Man needs something he can hold on to. A nine pound hammer or a woman like you."