Life is like riding a bicycle. Sometimes we sail through. Sometimes we need no hands. Sometimes we fall off. Sometimes we breakdown. Sometimes we crash. But always get back on the bicycle. It’s taking you places.
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Because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones you 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 he stars… ~ Jack Kerouac
Quote of the day.