No, my friend. We are lunatics from the hospital up the highway, psycho-ceramics, the cracked pots of mankind. Would you like me to decipher a Rorschach for you?
Ken KeseyYouโre just a young kid. What are you doinโ here? You oughta be out in a convertible, whyโฆ bird-dogginโ chicks and banginโ beaver. What are ya doinโ here, for Christโs sake? Whatโs funny about that? Jesus, I mean, you guys do nothinโ but complain about how you canโt stand it in this place here and then you havenโt got the guts just to walk out!
Ken KeseyI 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.
Ken KeseyMr. Bibbit, you might warn this Mr. Harding that I'm so crazy I admit to voting for Eisenhower. Bibbit! You tell Mr. McMurphy I'm so crazy I voted for Eisenhower twice! And you tell Mr. Harding right back โ he puts both hands on the table and leans down, his voice getting low โ that I'm so crazy I plan to vote for Eisenhower again this November.
Ken Kesey