Friday, April 3, 2009

Day 67

"They danced down the streets 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 that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn. ..."

— Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Day 66

I smelt the violets in her hand and asked, half in words, half in signs, a question which meant "Is love the sweetness of flowers?"
— Helen Keller

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Day 65

"I can't keep it in, I've gotta let it out.
I've got to show the world, world's got to see,
See all the love – love that's in me."
— Cat Stevens