Quotes About Ken Kesey

It's fogging a little, but I won't slip off and hide in it. No...never again...

You seem to forget, Miss Flinn, that this is an institution for the insane.

I see he had his shorts on under the towel all along. I think for a fact that she'd rather he'd of been stark naked under that towel than had on those shorts. She's glaring at those big white whales leaping round on his shorts in pure wordless outrage.

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.

What they got on the program for us now, Chief?" he asked. "The boot? The rack? I hope nothing too strenuous, because, man, am I stove up bad!

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

It was strange to hear that voice, soft and soothing and warm as a pillow, coming out of a face hard as porcelain.

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.

Allen Ginsberg is a tremendous warrior as time goes by. He's a warrior first and a poet second.

The Republican consciousness has no integrity and it falls apart once you check it out. If you're a Christian, why would you want to fry this dude?

I sometimes have these spells of compulsive truth. But as Lady Macbeth would say, "The fit is momentary."

Major part of the Southern California pop scene in the 60s "People think that love is an emotion. Love is good sense."

No, my friend. We are lunatics from the hospital up the highway, psycho-ceramics, the cracked pots of mankind. Would you like me to decipher a Rorschach for you?