Twenty years from now you will be more disapointed by the things you didn't do than by the things you did do. So throw off the bow lines, sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the tradewinds in your sails. Expore, dream. Discover.

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