The only people for me are the

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 Kerouac

I hated him with a passion so

I hated him with a passion so deep, sometimes it felt like love.this reminds me of the one from my man Nathaniel Hawthorne… “It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at the bottom….” ~Terri Guillemets