…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 that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!
On the Road - Jack Kerouac
I wish that we were magic, so we wouldn’t be so young and tragic.
Dead Man’s Bones — “Young and Tragic”
She was quiet and shy, yes, but she had a lot going on beneath the surface. For that was the big surprise about her, one that it took me a very long time to see. Mary, lovely and charming, was far better able to incite emotions, but Fanny felt them much more keenly. She may have been prudish and prim, but she was also, of all things, intensely passionate.
from ‘A Jane Austen Education: How Six Novels Taught Me About Love, Friendship, and the Things That Really Matter’ by William Deresiewicz