High high in the hills , high in a pine tree bed. She's tracing the wind with that old hand, counting the… — Ken Kesey Copy Share Image
“Time overlaps itself. A breath breathed from a passing breeze is not the whole wind, neither is it just the last of what has… — Ken Kesey Copy Share
“Okay, stand outa the way. Sometimes when I go to exertin' myself I use up all the air nearby and grown men faint from… — Ken Kesey Copy Share
There's something about taking a plow and breaking new ground. It gives you energy. — Ken Kesey Copy Share
The best of all possible cages.' Ben stepped back to regard the job with a sad smile. 'What more can one ask? — Ken Kesey Copy Share
That ain't me, that ain't my face. It wasn't even me when I was trying to be that face. I wasn't even really me… — Ken Kesey Copy Share
But if the strength ain't real, I recall thinking the very last thing that day, before I finally passed out, then the weakness sure… — Ken Kesey Copy Share
“They think they know the book by its cover, but the book knows what it is. Now he knew better; if the book never… — Ken Kesey Copy Share
If this glorious birth to death hassle is the only hassle we are ever to have ..if our grand exhilarating fight of life is… — Ken Kesey Copy Share
“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… — Ken Kesey Copy Share
When Shakespeare was writing, he wasn't writing for stuff to lie on the page; it was supposed to get up and move around. — Ken Kesey Copy Share
“And then some guy wandering as lost as you would all of a sudden be right before your eyes, his face bigger and clearer… — Ken Kesey Copy Share
