"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..." -Jack KerouacI have extrapolated a few favorites from
Some of My Best Friends
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entitled ARTIST'S BOOKS if you’d like to check them out.