One of you guys, for cryin’ out loud! This is where you get the edge, don’t you see that? We have to do this—or we’re whipped! Don’t a one of you clucks know what I’m talking about enough to give us a...
Now I don’t know what I love any more. I don’t know where the thing I make-pretend leaves off and the thing that’s really there starts up.
Nobody's gonna convince me I can't do something till I try it. -- McMurphy
Nem lehet a múlt dolgoknak útjába állni, hogy elő ne jöjjenek.
I knew even before we got it rolling that this here was the type asshole that subscribed to magazines like the Nation and Atlantic and probably even read them, and that I didn't stand a snowball's cha...
For there is always a sanctuary more, a door that can never be forced, whatever the force, a last inviolable stronghold that can never be taken, whatever the attack; your vote can be taken, your name,...
All that five thousand kids lived in those five thousand houses, owned by guys that got off the train. The houses looked so much alike that, time and time again, the kids went home by mistake to diffe...
A Man Is Known By The Mice He Keeps
And as this need grows more intense so does a sensation of movement, speed to come, impending declaration—The past is funny, Viv; it never seems to let things lie, finished. It never seems to stay in...
You might hide in some Freudian jungle most of your miserable life, baying at the moon and shouting curses at God, but at the end, right down there at the damned end when it counts... you would sure a...
You get your visions through whatever gate you're granted.
When this is all over, I told myself, you will hate yourself for wasting so much time . .
What makes people so impatient is what I can't figure; all the guy had to do was wait.
What do you think? Harding says. McMurphy starts. She’s got one hell of a set of chabobs, is all he can think of. Big as Old Lady Ratched’s. I didn’t mean physically, my friend, I mean what do you— He...
To hell with that. A man goin' fishing with two whores from Portland don't have to take that crap.
They think they know the book by its cover, but the knows what it is. Now he knew better; if the book never opens up and comes out, it can be warped to fit the image others see.. . .No, a book wasn't...
Man is certain of nothing but his ability to fail
It’s like each face was a sign like one of those I’m Blind signs the dago accordion players in Portland hung around their necks, only these signs say I’m tired or I’m scared or I’m dying of a bum live...
It's fall coming, I kept thinking, fall coming; just like that was the strangest thing ever happened. Fall. Right outside here it was spring a while back, then it was summer, and now it's fall-that's...
I'm accustomed to being top man. I been a bull goose catskinner for every gyppo logging operation in the Northwest and bull goose gambler all the way from Korea, was even bull goose pea weeder on that...