General Sternwood: How do you like your brandy, sir?
Philip Marlowe: In a glass.
Jack White | Sixteen Saltines
The Strokes | Under The Cover of Darkness
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 yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
— Jack Kerouac | On The Road
TV On The Radio | Will Do
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