Ken Kesey's One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest Quotes

“They didn’t mind so much when I was a dumb logger and got into a hassle; that’s excusable, they say, that’s a hard-workin’ feller blowing off steam, they say. But if you’re a gambler, if they know you to get up a back-room game now and then, all you have to do is spit slantwise and you’re a goddamned criminal.”
― Ken Kesey, Ken Kesey's One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest

“Two whores on their way down from Portland to take us deep-sea fishing in a boat! It made it tough to stay in bed until the dorm lights came on at six-thirty,”
― ken Kesey, Ken Kesey's One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest

“You damned moose.”
― Ken Kesey, Ken Kesey's One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest

“Sa infatti che si deve ridere delle cose delle quali si è feriti soltanto per mantenere l'equilibrio, impedire che il mondo ti renda pazzo furioso. Sa che esiste un aspetto doloroso; sa che il pollice mi duole, che la sua amichetta ha un seno illividito e che il dottore sta perdendo gli occhiali, ma non vuole consentire alla sofferenza di cancellare l'umorismo, non più di quanto consenta all'umorismo di cancellare la sofferenza.”
― Ken Kesey, Ken Kesey's One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest

“Io so soltanto questo: nessuno è perfetto, in primo luogo, e a me sembra che tutti quanti impieghino la loro esistenza dilaniando il prossimo.”
― Ken Kesey, Ken Kesey's One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest

“you're not going to pull that hen house shit now, are you?"

--RP McMurphy”
― Ken Kesey, Ken Kesey's One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest

“...living in that foggy, jumbled blur which is a whole lot like the ragged edge of sleep, that gray zone between light and dark, or between sleeping and waking or living and dying, where you know you’re not unconscious anymore don’t know yet what day
it is or who you are or what’s the use of coming back at all...”
― Ken Kesey, Ken Kesey's One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest

“She got to where she was tripping me and beating me to the floor.”
― Ken Kesey, Ken Kesey's One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest

“مثل عالم كرتوني، حيث الشخةص مسطحة ومخططة بالأسود، تتراقص في قصة هزلية كان يمكن لها أن تكون مضحكة حقاً لولا أن شخوصها ليسوا من الكرتون بل هم بشر حقيقيون”
― Ken Kesey, Ken Kesey's One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest

“I was seeing him different than when he first came in; I was seeing more to him than just big hands and red sideburns and a broken-nosed grin. I'd see him do things that didn't fit with his face or hands, things like painting a picture at OT with real paints on a blank paper with no lines or numbers anywhere on it to tell him where to paint, or like writing letters to somebody in a beautiful flowing hand. How could a man who looked like him paint pictures or write letters to people, or be upset and worried like I saw him once when he got a letter back? [...] He hadn't let what he looked like run his life one way or the other, any more than he'd let the Combine mill him into fitting where they wanted him to fit.”
― Ken Kesey, Ken Kesey's One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest