"The only people for me are the made 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...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!"
"Man's youth is a wonderful thing it is so full of anguish and of magic and he never comes to know it as it is until it has gone from him forever. It is the thing he cannot bear to lose, it is the thing whose passing he watches with infinite sorrow and regret, it is the thing whose loss he must lament forever, and it is the thing whose loss he really welcomes with a sad and secret joy, the thing he would never willingly relive again, could it be restored to him by any magic."
Jack is the description.
Thomas is the reason.
Now go live madly.