Jokes about anything are now and then bound to cut too close to the truth.
He commences to laugh. Nobody can tell exactly why he laughs; there’s nothing funny going on. But it’s not the way that Public Relation laughs, it’s free and loud and it comes out of his wide grinning...
With eyes like he’s been to the edge and looked over .
What the Chronics are - or most of us - are machines with flaws inside that can't be repaired, flaws born in, or flaws beat in over so many years of the guy running head-on into solid things that by t...
There is generally one person in every situation you must never underestimate the power of.
The same old rain, and, if not welcomed, at least accepted—an old gray aunt who came to visit every winter and stayed till spring. You learn to live with her. You learn to reconcile yourself to the li...
The more he tries to stop it, the faster it goes. When he lets his hands and face move like they want to and doesn’t try to hold them back, they flow and gesture in a way that’s real pretty to watch,...
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...
She walked right on past, ignoring him just like she chose to ignore the way nature had tagged her with those outsized badges of femininity, just like she was above him, and sex, and everything else t...
Rules? PISS ON YOUR FUCKING RULES!
Reality is greater than the sum of its parts, also a damn sight holier.
Ratched shall line us all against the wall, where we’ll face the terrible maw of a muzzle-loading shotgun which she has loaded with Miltowns! Thorazines! Libriums! Stelazines! And with a wave of her s...
Rany, nawet chinscy komunisci niejednego by sie mogli od siostry nauczyc!
One side of the room younger patients, known as Acutes because the doctors figure them still sick enough to be fixed,
No one's ever dared come out and say it before, but there's not a man among us that doesn't think it, that doesn't feel just as you do about her and the whole business - feel it somewhere down deep in...
My friend, that, as anyone can see, is not a hotel; it's a depot.
Mi lenne itten, ha mindenki akkor állna neki a fogát sikálni, amikor eszébe jut?
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.
It's fogging a little, but I won't slip off and hide in it. No...never again...
I'd wander for days in the fog, scared I'd never see another thing, then there'd be that door, opening to show me the mattress padding on the other side to stop out the sounds, the men standing in a l...