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

You seem to forget, Miss Flinn, that this is an institution for the insane.

All that five thousand kids lived in those five thousand houses, owned by guys that got off the train. The houses looked so much alike that, time and time again, the kids went home by mistake to different houses and different families. Nobody ever noticed.

But if they don't exist, how can a man see them?

There’s no doubt in my mind that McMurphy’s won, but I’m not sure what.

I've found psychedelics to be keys to worlds that have always existed, that have to be talked about.

I lay in bed the night before the fishing trip and thought it over, about my being deaf, about the years of not letting on I heard what was said, and I wonder if I can ever act any other way again. But I remembered one thing: it wasn't me that started acting deaf; it was people that first started acting like I was too dumb to hear or see or say anything at all.