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.

If you aren't governed by fear you can live truthfully and you can find a kind of beauty, but if you're inhibited and fearful you will live a prescriptive existance. Once you get beyond the hedonistic first impulse of that philosophy you'll find that you need to focus on something wider, more permanant and beautiful and valuable.