“I realized I still had my eyes shut. I had shut them when I put my face to the screen, like I was scared to look outside. Now I had to open them. I looked out the window and saw for the first time how the hospital was out in the country. The moon was low in the sky over the pastureland; the face of it was scarred and scuffed where it had just torn up out of the snarl of scrub oak and madrone trees on the horizon. The stars up close to the moon were pale; they got brighter and braver the farther they got out of the circle of light ruled by the giant moon. I was off on a hunt with Papa and the uncles and I lay rolled in blankets Grandma had woven, lying off a piece from where the men hunkered around the fire as they passed a quart jar of cactus liquor in a silent circle. I watched that big Oregon prairie moon above me put all the stars around it to shame. I kept awake watching, to see if the moon ever got dimmer or the stars got brighter, till the dew commenced to drift onto my cheeks and I had to pull a blanket over my head.”
“I realized I still had my eyes shut. I had shut them when I put my face to the screen, like I was scared to look outside. Now I had to open them. I looked out the window and saw for the first time how the hospital was out in the country. The moon was low in the sky over the pastureland; the face of it was scarred and scuffed where it had just torn up out of the snarl of scrub oak and madrone trees on the horizon. The stars up close to the moon were pale; they got brighter and braver the farther they got out of the circle of light ruled by the giant moon. I was off on a hunt with Papa and the uncles and I lay rolled in blankets Grandma had woven, lying off a piece from where the men hunkered around the fire as they passed a quart jar of cactus liquor in a silent circle. I watched that big Oregon prairie moon above me put all the stars around it to shame. I kept awake watching, to see if the moon ever got dimmer or the stars got brighter, till the dew commenced to drift onto my cheeks and I had to pull a blanket over my head.”
Ken Kesey
“You're making sense, old man, a sense of your own. You're not crazy the way they think. Yes...I see...”
Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest“I don't seem able to get it straight in my mind....”
Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest“There's something about taking a plow and breaking new ground. It gives you energy.”
Ken Kesey“The truth doesn't have to do with cruelty, the truth has to do with mercy.”
Ken Kesey“Nowhere else in history has there ever been a flag that stands for the right to burn itself. This is the fractal of our flag. It stands for the right to destroy itself.”
Ken Kesey“It's time to move on to the next step in the psychedelic revolution. We've reached a certain point, but we're not moving any more.”
Ken Kesey“The Grateful Dead are our religion. This is a religion that doesn't pay homage to the God that all the other religions pay homage to.”
Ken Kesey“Loved. You can't use it in the past tense. Death does not stop that love at all.”
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