damn this world that just won't hold still for us!

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.

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...

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...

…one flew east, one flew west, One flew over the cuckoo's nest. -Children's folk rhyme

But, oh Viv, right doesn't make might.

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.

And we are all surrounded by that skin, and he's trying to show us some beauty in this condition.

And crying doesn't always mean need

Little of God, then a little of ghosts, is that it, bub? as though our unfortunate argument were forgotten. Well . . . keep a tight hold on it.

I understand perfectly; it's like the madman who goes over Niagara Falls in a coffee can because that's as good a way as any to get dead. That's right, I tell him, knowing he don't understand it at...

Is it that?" she asked in a soft voice, once more examining her hands, "not being sure of that 'someday'? Or is it not being sure of having that 'somebody'?

Two whores on their way down from Portland to take us deep-sea fishing in a boat! It made it tough to stay in bed until the dorm lights came on at six-thirty

He'd traveled in a straight line and completed a circle.

This kept happening, off and on. It'd be bright for a little bit, everything shining like chrome, waxy-looking, polished, then go dark as muddy water.

but mostly, I guess, I want to really mean something to somebody

But even then, with her prize in tow as she weaves out of the bar, the shield never changes, the expression stays, still somewhere between blunt ferocity and brute pathos.

For there is always a sanctuary more, a door that can never be forced, whatever the force, a last inviolable stronghold that can never be taken, whatever the attack; your vote can be taken, your name,...