“Whither Goest Thou, America, in Thy Shiny Car at Night?”

“…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…”

To find out what mad, beautiful folks Jack Kerouac was talking about, have a read of his famous novel, On the Road. Then go see the movie, later this year.