You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, painful as it might be, or you could relax and lose yourself
Ken KeseyI've enjoyed being a famous writer-except that every once in a while you have to write something.
Ken KeseyBut he wonโt let the pain blot out the humor no moreโn heโll let the humor blot out the pain.
Ken KeseyThis worldโฆ belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak.
Ken Kesey