Things you think you're saying for the first time ever, have been said better before by Shakespeare, though they may need saying again.

They did type me as a horror writer, but I have been able to do all sorts of things within that framework.

Mr. 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 — he puts both hands on the table and leans down, his voice getting low — that I'm so crazy I plan to vote for Eisenhower again this November.

The flock gets sight of a spot of blood on some chicken and they all go to peckin' at it, see, till they rip the chicken to shreds, blood and bones and feathers. But usually a couple of the flock gets spotted in the fracas, then it's their turn. And a few more gets spots and gets pecked to death, and more and more. Oh, a peckin' party can wipe out the whole flock in a matter of a few hours, buddy, I seen it. A mighty awesome sight. The only way to prevent it—with chickens—is to clip blinders on them. So's they can't see.

Me and Norman Mailer have talked about how hard it is in America to get better. Especially at writing.

Ritual is necessary for us to know anything.

You don't lead by pointing and telling people some place to go. You lead by going to that place and making a case.