"But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because 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 roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!' "
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
There is something distinctive about Kerouac's style on those days when he was making metaphorical connections left and right like a bebop saxophone metamorphosing a common melody into a creation of new and unusual crystal perfection one time never to be repeated nor recorded nor ever heard again on earth, extending the statement on and on, building level upon level of sophistication for it seems like eternity, then suddenly falling silent.