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And crying doesn't always mean need
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And we are all surrounded by that skin, and he's trying to show us some beauty in this condition.
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she followed their expert lead and laughed along--they knew the secret of black, that it could not be made blacker, and if neither could it be made lighter, it could still be made funnier.
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But, oh Viv, right doesn't make might.
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one flew east, one flew west, One flew over the cuckoo's nest. --Children's folk rhyme
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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
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It's gonna burn me just that way, finally telling about all this, about the hospital, and her, and the guys--and about McMurphy. I been silent so long now it's gonna roar out of me like floodwaters and you think the guy telling this is ranting and raving my God; you think this is too horrible to have really happened, this is too awful to be the truth! But, please. It's still hard for me to have a clear mind thinking on it. But it's the trut..
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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.
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damn this world that just won't hold still for us!
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One side of the room younger patients, known as Acutes because the doctors figure them still sick enough to be fixed,
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Viv feels the hand go bloodless and numb against her neck; startled, she turns to look at his face. There is no expression at all. For a moment he is gone from his face, as though he had fallen somewhere inward, away from her and the old man and the fire, into a remote pool of himself
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He throws the torn paper from his window into the October breeze and returns to bed. He falls asleep watching the little fragment of light vibrate across his wall, thinking how much more efficient it would be filling an hourglass with photons instead of those unruly grains of sand.
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In his room Lee wonders how to include all the history that Peters will need to make any sense of the situation.
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One of you guys, for cryin' out loud! This is where you get the edge, don't you see that? We have to do this--or we're whipped! Don't a one of you clucks know what I'm talking about enough to give us a hand? You, Gabriel? George? No? You, Chief, what about you?
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We have weeks, or months, or even years if need be. Keep in mind that Mr. McMurphy is committed. The length of time he spends in this hospital is entirely up to us. Now, if there is nothing else...
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He didn't feel he had the ability to follow her into those reveries or the right to call her back out.
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Meaning: Good night but stay. Viv, silent and slim as a shaft of sleepy light, stay, talk more to me with your articulate eyes. Hank, forget my words behind my words, stay, say some more. This is our chance. This is my chance. Say enough more for love or hate, enough more to make me sure of one or the other. Please stay, please stay .
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Besides, there are some things that can't be the truth even if they did happen.
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Doctor ... I'm going mad; the final complete flip, it's swooping down out of the hills at me!" 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 cha..
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In the deepening sky where the spearpoint firs scratch the clouds, already a moon--like a cast-off paring from the setting sun. This is Hank's bell, too.
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making it more than what it is lessens it. Just to see it clear is plenty.
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He had made his trip without quite realizing it.
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The days are the same, though, damn it (days that you feel like pages of soft wet sandpaper in your fingers, the silent pliant teeth of time eating away); the summers are the same.
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Reality is greater than the sum of its parts, also a damn sight holier. And the lives of such stuff as dreams are made of may be rounded with a sleep but they are not tied neatly with a red bow. Truth doesn't run on time like a commuter train, though time may run on truth. And the Scenes Gone By and the Scenes to Come flow blending together in the sea-green deep while Now spreads in circles on the surface.
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That first day still came about as close to undoing me completely, both physically and mentally, as any day had in almost a week.
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Not that it was a hard country, but something you must go through a winter of to understand. But that's what you did not know. You knew the cursed look of wanderlust but you did not know the hell that lust was leading you into. You must go through a winter first. . . .
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How," the moon whispered, "can you be sure it is lost? Until you try to find it?"
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Man will do away with anything that threatens him with loneliness--even himself.
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You can make a mark across the night with the tip of an embered stick, and you can actually see it fixed in its finity. You can be absolutely certain of its treacherous impermanence.
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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!"
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Tingle, ting-le, tang-le 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, one flew over the cuckoo's nest...O-U-T spells out...goose swoops down and plucks you out.
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The big, hard body had a tough grip on life. It fought a long time against having it taken away, flailing and thrashing around so much I finally had to lie full length on top of it and scissor the kicking legs with mine while I mashed the pillow into the face. I lay there on top of the body for what seemed days.
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With eyes like he's been to the edge and looked over .
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Even a man who is pure of heart And says his prayers at night May turn to a wolf when the wolfbane blooms And the autumn moon is bright.
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We are victims of a matriarchy here, my friend, and the doctor is just as helpless against it as we are.
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And the more I think about how nothing can be helped, the faster the fog rolls in.
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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.
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I indulged in certain practices that our society regards as shameful. And I got sick. It wasn't the practices, I don't think, 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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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, as painful as it might be, or you could relax and lose yourself.
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Ken Kesey |
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jokes about anything are now and then bound to cut too close to the truth.
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Randle McMurphy) Never before did I realize that mental illness could have the aspect of power, power.
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Harding) I indulged in certian practices that our society regards as shameful. And I got sick. It wasn't the practices, I don't think, 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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Never before did I realize that mental illness could have the aspect of power, power. Think of it: perhaps the more insane a man is, the more powerful he could become. Hitler an example. Fair makes the old brain reel, doesn't it? Food for thought there.
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Sometimes--after futile all-nights--deserts fill my work-house and smoking sand gets in my eyes . . . and I must split the swollen cabin to check the dawn, to find: the creek still parties with the moon . . . the thrusting pine and whippoorwills still celebrate the sun. It generally works, and things are cool, but sometimes--after cutting out--nothing out there happens but the night. And those days were best forgotten.
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