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.

对我来说，唯一对我来说是疯狂的人，那些疯狂地活着，疯狂地交谈，疯狂地被拯救，同时渴望着一切，那些从不打哈欠或说一句俗话的人，却燃烧着，燃烧着，燃烧着，像神话中的黄色罗马蜡烛，像蜘蛛一样在星星上爆炸。

–– On The Road.