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ef0ac8b
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He couldn't seem to get his teeth into anything. Except books. The things in books was darn near more real to him than the things breathing and eating.
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Ken Kesey |
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821ad86
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It's the truth, even if it didn't happen.
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Ken Kesey |
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fc2971f
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No, that nurse ain't some kinda monster chicken, buddy, what she is is a ball-cutter. I've seen a thousand of 'em, old and young, men and women. Seen 'em all over the country and in the homes- people who try to make you weak so they can get you to toe the line, to follow their rules, to live like they want you to. And the best way to do this, to get you to knuckle under, is to weaken you by gettin' you where it hurts the worst.
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Ken Kesey |
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9c059c2
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You must go through a winter to understand.
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Ken Kesey |
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9726500
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When I die pin me up against the sky.
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Ken Kesey |
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b30643e
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In any given situation there will always be more dumb people than smart people. We ain't many!
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funny
intelligence
wisdom
mindfulness
truthfulness
sincere
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46d0c91
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A man has to know he had a choice before he can enjoy what he chose. I know now. That a human has to make it with other humans . . . before he can make it with himself.
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Ken Kesey |
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He hadn't let what he looked like run his life one way or the other, any more than he'd let the Combine mill him into fitting where they wanted him to fit.
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Ken Kesey |
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d3cb476
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Okay, stand outa the way. Sometimes when I go to exertin' myself I use up all the air nearby and grown men faint from suffocation.
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Ken Kesey |
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fd3a8d1
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he commences to laugh. Nobody can tell exactly why he laughs; there's nothing funny going on. But it's not the way that Public Relation laughs, it's free and loud and it comes out of his wide grinning mouth and spreads in rings bigger and bigger till it's lapping against the walls all over the ward. Not like that fat Public Relation laugh. This sounds real. I realize all of a sudden it's the first laugh I've heard in years. He stands lookin..
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Ken Kesey |
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f161711
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I forget sometimes what laughter can do.
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Ken Kesey |
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you have to laugh at the things that hurt you just to keep the world from running you plumb crazy
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Ken Kesey |
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c8ff427
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I was actually going out of the hospital with two whores on a fishing boat; I had to keep saying it over and over to myself to believe it.
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Ken Kesey |
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It's fall coming, I kept thinking, fall coming; just like that was the strangest thing ever happened. Fall. Right outside here it was spring a while back, then it was summer, and now it's fall-that's sure a curious idea.
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thoughtful
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Ken Kesey |
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You might hide in some Freudian jungle most of your miserable life, baying at the moon and shouting curses at God, but at the end, right down there at the damned end when it counts... you would sure as anything clear up just enough to realize the moon you have spent so many years baying at is nothing but the light globe up there on the ceiling, and God is just something placed in your bureau drawer by the Gideon Society. Yes, I sighed again..
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Ken Kesey |
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He knows that you have to laugh at the things that hurt you just to keep yourself in balance, just to keep the world from running you plumb crazy
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laughter
mental-illness
mental-health
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Ken Kesey |
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I'd give something to see that. Mostly, I'd just to look over the country around the gorge again, just to bring some of it clear in my mind again. I been away a long time.
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Ken Kesey |
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I discovered at an early age that I was - shall we be kind and say different? It's a better, more general word than the other one... I got sick... It was the feeling that the great, deadly pointing forefinger of society was pointing at me - and the great voice of millions chanting, "Shame. Shame. Shame." It's society's way of dealing with someone different."
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reality
society
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Ken Kesey |
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8dc0fa4
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Billy here has been talkin' about slicin' his wrists again, so is there seven of you guys who'd like to join him and make it therapeutic?
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humor
nest
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Ken Kesey |
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We] were just leaning back to get the feel of the day, swimming in that kind of tasty drowsiness that comes over you after a day of going hard at something you enjoy doing--half sunburned and half drunk and keeping awake only because you wanted to savor the taste as long as you could.
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Ken Kesey |
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6471180
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He's what he is, that's it. Maybe that makes him strong enough, being what he is.
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Ken Kesey |
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20ef924
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sometimes reading the same page over and over, until one sleepy afternoon something clicked, like a lock unlocking, and she saw those printed doors swing open on a vast house of words.
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Ken Kesey |
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8da8c44
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Ting. Tingle, tingle, tremble toes, She's a good fisherman, catches hens, puts 'em inna pens Wire blier, limber lock, three geese inna flock One flew east, one flew west
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Ken Kesey |
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464cc46
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Alarm, when used for anything less than a fire or an air attack, is certain to muddle the mind, unsettle the senses, and, in most cases, more than double the danger.
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Ken Kesey |
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But a system made secure by the protective plating of humor and pretense always runs the risk of having its protection get out of hand. A relationship based on jokes invites jokes; jokes about anything -- and jokes about anything are now and then to cut too close to the truth.
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Ken Kesey |
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I realized I still had my eyes shut. I had shut them when I put my face to the screen, like I was scared to look outside. Now I had to open them. I looked out the window and saw for the first time how the hospital was out in the country. The moon was low in the sky over the pastureland; the face of it was scarred and scuffed where it had just torn up out of the snarl of scrub oak and madrone trees on the horizon. The stars up close to the m..
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moon
night
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Ken Kesey |
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I can see the...seams where they're put together. And, almost, see the apparatus inside them take the words I just said and try to fit the words in here and there, this place and that, and when they find the words don't have any place ready-made where they'll fit, the machinery disposes of the words like they weren't even spoken.
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Ken Kesey |
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a95b92a
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I want to touch him because I'm one of these queers!
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Ken Kesey |
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1b4bdf3
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Does one ever play Coltrane for the uninitiated without subconsciously hoping for the worst?
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Ken Kesey |
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9241f11
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I could now (possibly) go back and restretch those shrunken hours, flake the images separate, arrange them in accurate chronological order, (possibly; with will-power, patience, and the proper chemicals) but being accurate is not necessarily being honest.... Nor is chronological reporting by any means always the most truthful (each camera has its own veracity) especially when, in all good faith, one cannot truthfully claim to remember what ..
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Ken Kesey |
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One of the reasons for his drinking, Henry said, was John's mama used to make the whole family get down on their knees and pray like fury everytime John's daddy--Henry's first cousin, I believe--would come home boozed, and John never quite got it straight that they weren't thanking the good Lord for his blessing same as they did at the supper table. So according to Henry booze come to be sort of holy to him and with faith like that John gre..
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Ken Kesey |
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To know a thing you have to trust what you know, and all that you know, and as far as you know in whatever direction your knowing drags you. I once had a pet pine squirrel named Omar who lived in the cotton secret and springy dark of our old green davenport; Omar knew that davenport; he knew from the Inside what I only sat on from the Out, and trusted his knowledge to keep from being squashed by my ignorance. He survived until a red plaid b..
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Ken Kesey |
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77137f2
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They are in contact on a high-voltage wavelength of hate...
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Ken Kesey |
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6813106
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God looks out for fools and niggers.
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Ken Kesey |
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56001ed
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What the Chronics are--or most of us--are machines with flaws inside that can't be repaired, flaws born in, or flaws beat in over so many years of the guy running head-on into solid things that by the time the hospital found him he was bleeding rust in some vacant lot.
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Ken Kesey |
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They think they know the book by its cover, but the knows what it is. Now he knew better; if the book never opens up and comes out, it can be warped to fit the image others see. . . .No, a book wasn't invulnerable to the appearance of its cover, not by any means.
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Ken Kesey |
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He had only smiled, condescendingly and therapeutically. "No, Leland, not you. You, and in fact quite a lot of your generation, have in some way been exiled from that particular sanctuary. It's become almost impossible for you to 'go mad' in the classical sense. At one time people conveniently 'went mad' and were never heard from again. Like a character in a romantic novel. But now"--And I think he even went so far as to yawn--"you are too ..
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Ken Kesey |
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Along the western slopes of the Oregon Coastal Range . . . come look: the hysterical crashing of tributaries as they merge into the Wakonda Auga River . . . The first little washes flashing like thick rushing winds through sheep sorrel and clover, ghost fern and nettle, sheering, cutting . . . forming branches. Then, through bear-berry and salmonberry, blueberry and blackberry, the branches crashing into creeks, into streams. Finally, in th..
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Ken Kesey |
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29e23e7
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Reality is greater than the sum of its parts, also a damn sight holier.
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Ken Kesey |
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a5c1771
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Because sometimes the only way to keep from losing everything is to give everything up. Because sometimes strength must for the sake of winning give in to--
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Ken Kesey |
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7ca31d1
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They don't have to think. Just be afraid naturally and pulling together. Like specks of mercury rolling into the big piece. Like little specks of mercury rolling into bigger specks and then bigger and then just one piece, and nothing to be scared about or hurt about because you're just a piece of a bigger piece getting bigger rolling across the land into an ocean of mercury...
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Ken Kesey |
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6029b84
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Nakar se je naenkrat pojavil pred teboj se nekdo, ki je prav tako zataval v megli, in se nikoli prej v zivljenju nisi videl cloveskega obraza, ki bi bil tako velik in razlocen. Tako zelo si napenjal oci v meglo, da bi kaj videl, da je bila zdaj, ko je bilo kaj videti, vsaka podrobnost desetkrat bolj razlocna kot sicer, tako razlocna, da sta bila obadva prisiljena pogledati vstran. Kratko malo nisi mogel pogledati cloveku v obraz, on pa ne v..
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Ken Kesey |
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a44a1ee
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My friend, that, as anyone can see, is not a hotel; it's a depot.
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Ken Kesey |
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90b3d65
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Elveszni talan nem is olyan rossz.
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Ken Kesey |