People don't want other people to get high, because if you get high, you might see the falsity of the fabric of the society we live in. Ken Kesey More Quotes by Ken Kesey More Quotes From Ken Kesey The dead's dead ... get 'em in the ground and look to the live ones. Ken Kesey ems looks We made love. How pedestrian the words look-trite, worn, practically featureless with use-but how can one better describe that which happens when it happens? That creation? That magic blending? I might say we became figures in a mesmerized dance before the rocking talisman of the moon, starting slow, so slow... a pair of feathers drifting through clear liquid substance of sky... gradually accelerating, faster and faster and finally into photon existence of pure light... as my whole straining body burst like fluid electricity into hers. Ken Kesey moon sky sex You, and in fact quite a lot of your generation, have in some way been exiled from that particular sanctuary. It's become almost impossible for someone to "go mad" in the classical sense. At one time people conveniently "went mad" and were never heard from again. Like a character in a romantic novel. But now you are too hip to yourself on a psychological level. You all are too intimate with too many of the symptoms of insanity to be caught completely off your guard. Ken Kesey mad character people Alongside the statement about one man's poison being another man's high, one might as well add that one man's saint can be another man's sore and one man's hero can turn out to be that man's biggest hangup. Ken Kesey saint hero men They did type me as a horror writer, but I have been able to do all sorts of things within that framework. Ken Kesey type horror able We think we’re in the present, but we aren't. The present we know is only a movie of the past. Ken Kesey kool-aid past thinking What can you pay for the way a man lives? What can you pay for what a man is? 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Ken Kesey spiders time wind 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. Ken Kesey rip party couple I been silent so long now it’s gonna roar out of me like floodwaters and you think the guy telling this is ranting and raving my God; you think this is too horrible to have really happened, this is too awful to be the truth! But, please. It’s still hard for me to have a clear mind thinking on it. But it’s the truth even if it didn’t happen. Ken Kesey truth long thinking You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, painful as it might be, or you could relax and lose yourself Ken Kesey fog choices inspirational But he won’t let the pain blot out the humor no more’n he’ll let the humor blot out the pain. Ken Kesey one-flew-over-the-cuckoos-nest mcmurphy pain Men are forever eager to press drink upon those they consider their superiors, hoping thereby to eliminate that distinction between them.... And women, when confronted by superiors, substitute for drink the crippling liquor of their sex. Ken Kesey women forever sex Man 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 Kesey failing reflection men You seem to forget, Miss Flinn, that this is an institution for the insane. Ken Kesey insane missing forget For there is always a sanctuary more, a door that can never be forced, a last inviolable stronghold that can never be taken, whatever the attack; your vote can be taken, you name, you innards, or even your life, but that last stonghold can only be surrendered. And to surrender it for any reason other than love is to surrender love. Ken Kesey taken doors love-is
