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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ba46f82 | With eyes like he's been to the edge and looked over . | Ken Kesey | ||
| 1069467 | 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. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 13f57b3 | We are victims of a matriarchy here, my friend, and the doctor is just as helpless against it as we are. | Ken Kesey | ||
| ead326b | And the more I think about how nothing can be helped, the faster the fog rolls in. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 0128c84 | 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. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 90c19ec | 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. | shame society | Ken Kesey | |
| cb455e3 | 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. | Ken Kesey | ||
| f3eccd8 | jokes about anything are now and then bound to cut too close to the truth. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 8c5c3fe | Randle McMurphy) Never before did I realize that mental illness could have the aspect of power, power. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 7b96e21 | 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. | Ken Kesey | ||
| c704950 | 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. | Ken Kesey | ||
| e3c8ab5 | 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. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 927a1d7 | I take my stand behind the human heart, not alongside violence . . ." ... Not be right or wrong or good or bad, just be pulling. In a minute the idiots won't even be listening, they'll just be pulling. 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 sc.. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 61a54d9 | She was saying something but I didn't hear, I ran, leaving her behind, toward my brother . . . leaving her and blindly hoping she might see that I was making it possible to perhaps someday have her. Her or someone. | Ken Kesey | ||
| fd3f942 | I love them but I cannot give myself for them. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 576b9c0 | And I lay awake for hours, hoping another phone call would give me that opportunity to be alone and unruffled with her. | Ken Kesey | ||
| f2df209 | Now I know I use the term "revolution" cavalierly and I do not mean to diminish true revolutions like the American, Cuban, or Chinese revolutions. After all our leaders were Timothy Leary, Ken Kesey and Wavy Gravy, not exactly in the same league as George Washington, Che Guevara and Mao Tse Tung. Our revolution was not against oppression and poverty but rather for paradise. Also to ask a revolutionary to put everything at risk and fight, pe.. | Robert Roskind | ||
| 0a77da1 | They didn't mind so much when I was a dumb logger and got into a hassle; that's excusable, they say, that's a hard-workin' feller blowing off steam, they say. But if you're a gambler, if they know you to get up a back-room game now and then, all you have to do is spit slantwise and you're a goddamned criminal. | gambling profiling | Ken Kesey | |
| 960e367 | He had come to life for maybe a minute to try to tell us something, something none of us cared to listen to or tried to understand, and the effort had drained him dry. | truth truth-telling | Ken Kesey | |
| f247a01 | And the forest at night might be beautiful, but if it was dark how was a man to know that? | Ken Kesey | ||
| 03b1db8 | She don't lose on her losses, but she wins on ours. To beat her you don't have to whip her two out of three or three out of five, but every time you meet. As soon as you let down your guard, as soon as you lose once, she's won for good. And eventually we all got to lose. Nobody can help that. | losing | Ken Kesey | |
| 525674c | Nobody can help. And the more I think about how nothing can be helped, the faster the fog rolls in. And I'm glad when it gets thick enough you're lost in it and can let go, and be safe again. | Ken Kesey | ||
| cb15eb7 | She slides through the door with a gust of cold and locks the door behind her and I see her fingers trail across the polished steel--tip of each finger the same color as her lips. Funny orange. Like the tip of a soldering iron. Color so hot or so cold if she touches you with it you can't tell which. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 8244003 | Hell of a life. Damned if you do and damned if you don't. Puts a man in one confounded bind, I'd say. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 450b0ca | While the pigeons fretted up and down the sidewalk with their hands folded behind their backs. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 44dd501 | I can't help it. I was born a miscarriage. I had so many insults I died. I was born dead. I can't help it. I'm tired. I'm give out trying. You got chances. I had so many insults I was born dead. You got it easy. I was born dead an' life was hard. I'm tired. I'm tired out talking and standing up. I been dead fifty-five years. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 4f065fd | living in that foggy, jumbled blur which is a whole lot like the ragged edge of sleep, that gray zone between light and dark, or between sleeping and waking or living and dying, where you know you're not unconscious anymore don't know yet what day it is or who you are or what's the use of coming back at all... | Ken Kesey | ||
| 4a5a1d9 | But I tried, though," he says. "Goddammit, I sure as hell did that much, now, didn't I?" | Ken Kesey | ||
| 52f3837 | Boney Stokes was this oldtime acquaintance of Henry's and figured the best way to pass the time of day was by gradually dying. | Ken Kesey | ||
| b7dc146 | Research has shown that different colors represent different character qualities and have a powerful psychological effect. Color portrays different meanings in life and in business. Choose the colors that not only make you look and feel great, but inspire the emotions you hope to evoke. | branding communication-skills dress-for-success motivational-speaker quotes-by-susan-c-young relationship-quotes speaker-susan-young success | Susan C. Young | |
| 4d8235c | Or, perhaps, the fellows are ill at ease because they didn't stick up for their friend. Perhaps they are feeling guilty for the way they once again let her victimize them into being her interrogators. Cheer up, friends, you've no reason to feel ashamed. It is all as it should be. It's not the rabbit's place to stick up for his fellow. That would have been foolish. No, you were wise, cowardly but wise. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 8d90d6a | I still had my own notions. How McMurphy was a giant come out of the sky to save us from the combine that was networking the land with copper wire and crystal | mental-health | Ken Kesey | |
| e2681ea | She got to where she was tripping me and beating me to the floor. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 00c4801 | Mi lenne itten, ha mindenki akkor allna neki a fogat sikalni, amikor eszebe jut? | Ken Kesey | ||
| 16159f8 | you're not going to pull that hen house shit now, are you?" --RP McMurphy" | Ken Kesey | ||
| a6d58f8 | I knew even before we got it rolling that this here was the type asshole that subscribed to magazines like the Nation and Atlantic and probably even read them, and that I didn't stand a snowball's chance against him in an argument; but I was too oiled too keep my mouth shut. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 01faad3 | What I speak of is the real decision as we experience it; and here the movement away from theory and generality is the movement towards truth. All theorizing is flight. We must be ruled by the situation itself and this is unutterably particular. Indeed it is something to which we can never get close enough, however hard we may try as it were to creep under the net.4 | A.S. Byatt | ||
| 50a31a3 | Of all the abominable abbreviations I think Carrie the most repulsive! | names nicknames | Georgette Heyer | |
| aceddc3 | Ekeine ten epokhe suzetouse na ginei "montelo", alla ap' oso xero ego toulakhiston, den ekane kamia sobare apopeira pros aute ten kateuthunse. Ekeino to opoio egine sto telos, kai khoris kamia idiaitere leptoteta, etan kokota." -- | Iris Murdoch | ||
| c8fac9f | How could you begin to explain London? A city once the color of tobacco and carrots, now chalky stone and angled steel, but vivid chimney pots can still be glimpsed between slivers of rain-specked glass. Nine billion pounds' worth of Christmas bonuses have just been spent in the city's square mile. | Christopher Fowler | ||
| b0f3f33 | Plastic carrier bags floated around the traffic lights at the end of the Strand like predatory jellyfish. | Christopher Fowler | ||
| 30c6fc3 | Authentic people are so comfortable in their own skins they make us more comfortable in our own. | communication-quotes communication-skills first-impressions motivational-speaker personality-development relationship-quotes social-networking susan-young trust | Susan C. Young | |
| 9b0af0d | Artifice and reality, he thought, examining the photographs and drawings, they combine more easily than we realise. TV shows pretend to offer realism but they hide as much as they show. Fiction, on the other hand, can contain fundamental human truths. And sometimes it's possible to step back and forth between these two worlds just by opening the correct door, by finding the key that will unlock mysteries. So much of London is masked; unspok.. | Christopher Fowler | ||
| 2d6d91a | In 1939, London was the largest city in the world. | Christopher Fowler |