To Vik Lovell who told me dragons did not exist, then led me to their lairs ...
Rules? PISS ON YOUR FUCKING RULES!
Mostly, I'd just like to look over the country around the gorge again, just to bring some of it clear in my mind again. I been away a long time.
Man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing.
Little of God, then a little of ghosts, is that it, bub? as though our unfortunate argument were forgotten. Well . . . keep a tight hold on it.
Is it that? she asked in a soft voice, once more examining her hands, not being sure of that ‘someday’? Or is it not being sure of having that ‘somebody’?
I lay in bed the night before the fishing trip and thought it over, about my being deaf, about the years of not letting on I heard what was said, and I wonder if I can ever act any other way again. Bu...
He couldn't seem to get his teeth into anything. Except books. The things in books was darn near more real to him than the things breathing and eating.
Thursday, McMurphy says again. Looooo, yells that guy upstairs. That’s
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...
They are in contact on a high-voltage wavelength of hate...
Meg kell neked is érteni, hogy amint valaki a másiknak a segítségére siet, maga fedezetlen marad.
Look...Reality is greater than the sum of its parts, also a damn sight holier. And the lives of such stuff as dreams are made of may be rounded with a sleep but they are not tied neatly with a red bow...
I had to keep on acting deaf if i wanted to hear at all.
You're not going to pull that hen house shit now, are you?--RP McMurphy
One of the reasons for his drinking, Henry said, was John's mama used to make the whole family get down on their knees and pray like fury everytime John's daddy--Henry's first cousin, I believe--would...
Okay, stand outa the way. Sometimes when I go to exertin' myself I use up all the air nearby and grown men faint from suffocation.
My friend, that, as anyone can see, is not a hotel; it's a depot.
I love them but I cannot give myself for them.
I listened to them fade away till all I could hear was my memory of the sound.