"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 yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!""

Fell in love with this passage on the bus, read it a number of times over and made a mental note to jot it down somewhere. Ahh Kerouac, my love affair with you begins right about now.

p/s what's a dingledodie?