Plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom.

Now, you’re either on the bus or you’re off the bus.

There are going to be times when we can't wait for somebody. Now, you're either on the bus or off the bus.

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

The job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.

Memory whispers someplace in that jumbled machinery.

She asked if we were calm enough for her to take off the cuffs, and McMurphy nodded. He had slumped over with his head hung and his elbows between his knees and looked completely exhausted--it hadn't occurred to me that it was just as hard for him to stand straight as it was for me.