Hell of a life. Damned if you do and damned if you don’t. Puts a man in one confounded bind, I’d say. McMurphy
But it's the truth even if it didn't happen.
But he won’t let the pain blot out the humor no more’n he’ll let the humor blot out the pain.
Billy here has been talkin' about slicin' his wrists again, so is there seven of you guys who'd like to join him and make it therapeutic?
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
The days are the same, though, damn it (days that you feel like pages of soft wet sandpaper in your fingers, the silent pliant teeth of time eating away); the summers are the same.
That first day still came about as close to undoing me completely, both physically and mentally, as any day had in almost a week.
That aunt of mine; boy, she used to wear make-up all week long so terrible thick that - well, she started about Wednesday layering it on, and she never washed, and every day she slapped down a new lay...
Poate ca omul, cu cat e mai nebun, cu atat poate deveni mai puternic.
Nobody complains about all the fog. I know why, now: as bad as it is, you can slip back in it and feel safe. That’s what McMurphy can’t understand, us wanting to be safe. He keeps trying to drag us ou...
No, that nurse ain't some kinda monster chicken, buddy, what she is is a ball-cutter. I've seen a thousand of 'em, old and young, men and women. Seen 'em all over the country and in the homes- people...
Juicy fruit
It’s like… that big red hand of McMurphy’s is reaching into the fog and dropping down and dragging the men up by their hands, dragging them blinking into the open. First one, then another, then the ne...
In the deepening sky where the spearpoint firs scratch the clouds, already a moon—like a cast-off paring from the setting sun. This is Hank’s bell, too.
I was actually going out of the hospital with two whores on a fishing boat; I had to keep saying it over and over to myself to believe it.
I been away a long time.
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.
Tudja, hogy az embernek nevetni kell a fájó dolgokat, mert másképp oda az ép ész, és az őrületbe hajtja az embert a világ.
They wouldn't be so cocky if they knew what me and the have going.
Then—as he was talking—a set of tail-lights going past lit up McMurphy's face, and the windshield reflected an expression that was allowed only because he figured it'd be too dark for anybody in the c...