June 20, 2009
‘Well,’ she said, ‘I’m seventeen and I’m crazy. My uncle says the two always go together. When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane. Isn’t this a nice time of night to walk? I like to smell things and look at things, and sometimes stay up all night, walking, and watch the sun rise.’
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via victoryblues)