Reality is greater than the sum of its parts, also a damn sight holier.
Never before did I realize that mental illness could have the aspect of power, power. Think of it: perhaps the more insane a man is, the more powerful he could become. Hitler an example. Fair makes th...
Maybe he couldn’t understand why we weren’t able to laugh yet, but he knew you can’t really be strong until you can see a funny side to things.
Man is certain of nothing but his ability to fail
It's fogging a little, but I won't slip off and hide in it. No...never again...
I've heard that theory of the Therapeutic Community enough times to repeat it forwards and backwards - how a guy has to learn to get along in a group before he'll be able to function in a normal socie...
I don't think I can give you an answer. Oh, I could give you Freudian reasons with fancy talk, and that would be right as far as it went. But what you want are the reasons for the reasons, and I'm not...
Ha az emberrel kibasznak, akkor igenis joga van ordítani. És mivelünk kibasztak!
Good writin' ain't necessarily good readin'.
But like always when I try to place my thoughts in the past and hide there, the fear close at hand seeps in through the memory.
But at least I tried
Randle McMurphy) Never before did I realize that mental illness could have the aspect of power, power.
But mostly, I guess, I want to really mean something to somebody,
While the pigeons fretted up and down the sidewalk with their hands folded behind their backs.
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...
To know a thing you have to trust what you know, and all that you know, and as far as you know in whatever direction your knowing drags you.
This world…belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak. We must face up to this. No more than right that it should be th...
That ain't me, that ain't my face. It wasn't even me when I was trying to be that face. I wasn't even really me them; I was just being the way I looked, the way people wanted.
She asked if we were calm enough for her to take off the cuffs, and McMurphy nodded. He had slumped over with his head hung and his elbows between his knees and looked completely exhausted--it hadn't...
One side of the room younger patients, known as Acutes because the doctors figure them still sick enough to be fixed,