Billy here has been talkin' about slicin' his wrists again, so is there seven of you guys who'd like to join him and make it therapeutic?

It's time to move on to the next step in the psychedelic revolution. We've reached a certain point, but we're not moving any more.

You're making sense, old man, a sense of your own. You're not crazy the way they think. Yes...I see.

People don't want other people to get high, because if you get high, you might see the falsity of the fabric of the society we live in.

Don't say it...I've seen too many loves sundered by too much needless honesty.

The world news might not be therapeutic.

Then - as he was talking - a set of tail-lights going past lit up McMurphy's face, and the windshield reflected an expression that was allowed only because he figured it'd be too dark for anybody in the car to see, dreadfully tired and strained and frantic, like there wasn't enough time left for something he had to do.