Character: Chief Bromden

She sat bolt upright, tightly wrapped at the bend of, stretching out a short round legs in stockings, the color is like sausage skins, and Billy lay down, put her head on her knees, and she began to tickle his ear with a dandelion.
Billy talked about what we need to find a wife and go somewhere to College.
The mother tickled him and laughed at these stupid things.
"Honey, you have more time, you have your whole life ahead of you."
- "Mom, I t-t-thirty-one years!"
She laughed and turned in his ear with a blade of grass.
"Honey, do I look like a mother of an adult man?"
She wrinkled her nose, opened her lips, kissed, and I myself agreed that she did not like her mother.

... they went into the corridor to waltz to the music, which no one heard.

You told me, dad: "When I die, pinned me to the sky".

Yes. I know for sure. The ward is a factory for the combine. Here correct the mistakes made in the houses in the neighborhood, in churches and schools, hospital corrects. When the finished product returned to the company fully repaired, not worse than new, and even better, my eldest sister's heart rejoice; what has been sprained, non-native, now serviceable, well-fitting item, the pride of all collective, a visual miracle. See how he glides along the ground is soldered with a smile and gently enters the lives of the cozy neighborhood, where just digging trenches for city water. And happy with it. Finally aligned...

Again turn misty in the car and she SnagIt me cold and as white as skim milk, so thick you could hide it if I did not hold. In the fog not see ten centimeters, and above the howling you hear is only the older sister, as she whooping ache down the corridor, knocking patients off road braided bag.
Before noon again brought misty's car, but let not at full capacity - it's not as thick, something you can see, if strained. Ever stop to strain finally give up, get lost in the fog, as has happened already with some Chronicles...

And eventually we all got to lose. Nobody can help that.
And sooner or later each of us must lose. There's nothing you can do about it.

After that, he settled down and devoted himself to gambling on all levels.

When she posted work assignments on the bulletin board, and he read that she'd given him latrine duty, he went to her office and knocked on that window of hers and personally thanked her for the honor, and told her he d think of her every time he swabbed out a urinal.
When she was pinned to the Bulletin Board a schedule of duties and McMurphy read what is assigned in the restroom, he went to her office, knocked on the window and thanked her for the honor, said he would think about it every time would be to scrub the urinal.

A face handsome and brutal and waxy like a mask, wanting nothing. I've seen a million faces like it.
The face is beautiful, tough and waxy like a mask, it wants nothing. I've seen a million such persons.

And later, hiding in the latrine from the black boys, I'd take a look at my own self in the mirror and wonder how it was possible that anybody could manage such an enormous thing as being what he was.
And after hiding in the bathroom from the nurses, I looked at myself in the mirror and was surprised that someone managed such an unheard of thing - to be yourself.

When a man showed up you didn't want to look at his face and he didn't want to look at yours, because it's painful to see somebody so clear that it's like looking inside him, but then neither did you want to look away and lose him completely. You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, painful as it might be, or you could relax and lose yourself.
When you meet a person, you don't want to face him, and he wants very much painful to see someone with such clarity, it's like looking inside him, but to turn away entirely and you lose too reluctant. So choose: you could either strain and look at what appears out of the fog, although painful to watch, or just relax and lose yourself in the darkness.

Don't want to keep on acting deaf deaf.

There's no better way in the world to aggravate somebody who's trying to make it hard for you than by acting like you're not bothered.
If someone wants you, the more likely you dosaditi him, if you do like it it doesn't bother you.

Laughs because she understands: you have to laugh at all that causes pain to maintain balance, so the world wouldn't make you mad.
(Really strong until then don't, until you learn to see all the funny side. He knows we need to laugh at what's bothering you, otherwise you will not maintain balance, otherwise the world will drive you crazy.)