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He's got hands so long and white and dainty I think they carved each other out of soap.

But like always when I try to place my thoughts in the past and hide there, the fear close at hand seeps in through the memory.

We are lunatics from the hospital up the highway, psycho-ceramics, the cracked pots of mankind.

Which is just another way of blaming, and perhaps the best way, because there is solace and a certain stoical peace in blaming everything on the rain, and then blaming something as uncontrollable as the rain on something as indifferent as the Arm of the Lord.

Thursday," McMurphy says again. "Looooo," yells that guy upstairs. "That's

And we are all surrounded by that skin, and he's trying to show us some beauty in this condition.

He keeps trying to drag us out of the fog, out in the open where we'd be easy to get at.

Sometimes a manipulator's own ends are simply the actual disruption of the ward for the sake of disruption. There are such people in our society.

Little of God, then a little of ghosts, is that it, bub?" as though our unfortunate argument were forgotten. "Well . . . keep a tight hold on it.

Which one of you claims to be the craziest? Which one is the biggest loony? Who runs these card games

I let the mop push me back to the wall and smile and try to foul her equipment up as much as possible by not letting her see my eyes - they can't tell so much about you if you got your eyes closed.

I don't think you fully understand the public, my friend; in this country, when something is out of order, then the quickest way to get it fixed is the best way

Because he knows you have to laugh at the things that hurt you just to keep yourself in balance just to keep the world running you plumb crazy.

While the pigeons fretted up and down the sidewalk with their hands folded behind their backs.

Well, Watson. Yes, Holmes? I believe the wheel has turned yet again–and now it's back to work!

The noosphere, not the biosphere, would determine rights and responsibilities. And these rights were not previously repressed, they were previously meaningless (they were not oppressed, they had simply not yet emerged).

in a sea of nihilism, passionate narcissism is the key determinant.

The moral and intellectual failure of Marxism has left us with no alternative to heroic materialism, and that isn't enough.

Grant felt a little conspicuous in his safari jacket.

If criticism had any power to harm, the skunk would be extinct by now.

The only trouble with this world today lies in our lack of understanding of the power of imagination.

I don't really look at myself as a power hitter. I look at myself as someone who drives the ball to the gaps, hits line drives.

For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain and the noise of battle. It has the power to give grief or universality that lends it a youthful beauty.

But in all the annals of human vice, no power is as destructive or demonic as perverted sincerity