From the desk of ARLAIS FALE:

"But they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people are 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 Kerouac author of On the Road