Author of quotes: Ken Kesey. Page 5

She walked along shaking her head and saying, "Why, this is an outrage... an outrage..." at every bowl. McMurphy sidled right along beside her, winking down his nose and saying in answer, "No; that's a toilet bowl... a toilet bowl."
I walked around the bathroom, shaking his head and saying, "No, it's an outrage... an outrage..." at every sink. McMurphy walked beside her, blinked without looking up, and saying in response: "No, it's a urinal... the urinal..."

Whoever comes in the door is usually somebody disappointing, but there's always a chance otherwise.
Whoever walked in the door, it is always not the one I would like to see, but hope remains.

I felt like I was raped by time itself.

They can't tell so much about you if you got your eyes closed.
When the eyes are closed, it's harder for you to understand.

When the stone is his, or bend, or avoided.

Cafe owners are much more miserable ordinary hard-working. A common laborer is responsible only to his boss, to the owner of the cafe every tramp with bucks boss.

A person is not sure of anything but its ability to fail. It is the deepest of all our belief, and the unbeliever, the heretic, the dissenter causes us anger is the most righteous. School hates him-a classmate, claiming that can pass through the fence and not fall. A woman despises the girl, confident that her beauty will charm the "Prince". Working nothing infuriates more than the belief of the owner in the rule management. And this anger can be tamed and used.

So can I go back and fight with his past in the soil under the Foundation of the present? The Foundation for the cozier abode? God knows, it's worth a return...

Why do I want to Wake up dead? If all our glorious vanity from birth to death - the only sticks available to us if our great enchanting Life Flight - in any case such a short dash compared to the eras bygone and the upcoming how squeamish a few precious moments? And, finally, thirdly: and if life is so hectic, why fight?

It is possible for life to disappear in radistka the jungle, howl at the moon and spitting curses to the Creator, but in the end, in the end, where are placed all the dots over the vowels... be sure to clear up just enough, and you'll see that the moon, which was howling so much blessed years - no more than a yellow lampshade on the ceiling, and the Creator of the booklet, planted the "Gideon Society" in your bedside table.

In addition, there are things that can't be true, even if they really took place.

Because how fast no spin, Backstab impossible to meet face to face.

People always strive to pickle those who say that you are higher above him, hoping thereby to correct the distance.

- Public office could get, ' said one of the loafers.
- Very dirty, - said George.