We'd just shared the last beer and slung the empty can out the window at a stop sign and were just waiting back to get the feel of the day, swimming in that kind of tasty drowsiness that comes over you after a day of going hard at something you enjoy doing -- half sunburned and half drunk and keeping awake only because you wanted to savor the taste as long as you could.
Ken KeseyMan is certain of nothing but his ability to fail. It is the deepest faith we have, and the unbeliever- the blasphemer, the dissenter- will stimulate in us the most righteous of furies.
Ken KeseyThe job of the writer is to kiss no ass, no matter how big and holy and white and tempting and powerful.
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 Kesey