One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

by Ken Kesey

“But I tried, though,” he says. “Goddammit, I sure as hell did that much, now, didn’t I?”

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.

every time I see him put the bottle to his mouth he don’t suck out of it, it sucks out of him

you can’t really be strong until you can see a funny side to things.

Because he knows you have to laugh at the things that hurt you just to keep yourself in balance, just to keep the world from running you plumb crazy.