Author of quotes: Ken Kesey. Page 7

"Ya know, mA'am," he says, "ya know - that is the ex-act thing somebody always tells me about the rules... just when they figure I'm about to do the dead opposite."
- You know, "he says," so I always someone explains about the rules... when he realizes that I will do just the opposite.

If you don't what to Wake up, it'll be a long and dull to float in this gray period, but if you really need to get out of it, I realized it is possible.

Our canned life, in the best case, nine-tenths filled with vacuum, and tightly sealed but, in spite of their artificiality, from time to time we still manage to open them and enjoy at least a small portion of empty freedom. Isn't it? I want to say that even the most stubborn moral tradesman manages to ever get drunk, to beat the traffic jam and enjoy in the garden of love.

Throughout the unit, open the hardware - tried to adapt, measured by electronic sensors, calculated that to cope with such may not, and just burned herself.

One flew east, one flew west, one flew over the cuckoo's nest.
Someone from home, someone in the house who over the cuckoo's nest.

To Vik Lovell who told me dragons did not exist, then led me to their lairs.
Vic Lovell who told me dragons did not happen, and then brought into their lair.

Questions ain't bonebreakers, they ain't sticks and stones.
Issue bone is not interrupted, not sticks and stones.

You know, that's the first thing that got me about this place, that there wasn't anybody laughing. I haven't heard a real laugh since I came through that door, do you know that? Man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing.
Know what I was immediately surprised by your hospital? The fact that nobody's laughing. Since then, as I crossed the threshold, I have never heard a real laugh, you know? Who have forgotten how to laugh, he lost support.

I know already what will happen: somebody'll drag me out of the fog and we'll be back on the ward and there won't be a sign of what went on tonight and if I was fool enough to try and tell anybody about it they d say, Idiot, you just had a nightmare; things as crazy as a big machine room down in the bowels of a dam where people get cut up by robot workers don't exist. But if they don't exist, how can a man see them?
I already know what will happen: somebody'll drag me out of the fog, and again we find ourselves in the house, and no trace of what happened last night, and if I'm such a fool that tries to tell them about it, they will say: you idiot, you've just had a nightmare, there is no such wild things as a big computer room in the bowels of a dam where people shred workers-robots. But if they don't exist, how can they see?

The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak.
The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak.

What he fought, can not be defeated once and for all. You can only win over and over again, while keeping his feet, and then your place will be someone else.

How much you pay the man for what he is he?

The person who waited so long, surely there is something to talk about.

When left with nothing, my dear, chivalry is difficult.