High high in the hills , high in a pine tree bed.
She's tracing the wind with that old hand, counting the clouds with that old chant,
Three geese in a flock
one flew east
one flew west
one flew over the cuckoo's nest
For there is always a sanctuary more, a door that can never be forced, a last inviolable stronghold that can never be taken, whatever the attack; your vote can be taken, you name, you innards, or even your life, but that last stonghold can only be surrendered. And to surrender it for any reason other than love is to surrender love.
Ken KeseyRules? PISS ON YOUR FUCKING RULES!
Ken KeseyGod looks out for fools and niggers.
Ken KeseyMots clés sailor-song
You’re just a young kid. What are you doin’ here? You oughta be out in a convertible, why… bird-doggin’ chicks and bangin’ beaver. What are ya doin’ here, for Christ’s sake? What’s funny about that? Jesus, I mean, you guys do nothin’ but complain about how you can’t stand it in this place here and then you haven’t got the guts just to walk out!
Ken KeseyBut he won’t let the pain blot out the humor no more’n he’ll let the humor blot out the pain.
Ken KeseyI want to touch him because I'm one of these queers!
Ken KeseyTo hell with that. A man goin' fishing with two whores from Portland don't have to take that crap.
Ken KeseyI 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.
Ken KeseyBut the new guy is different, and the Acutes can see it, different from anybody been coming on this ward for the past ten years, different from anybody they ever met outside. He's just as vulnerable, maybe, but the Combine didn't get him.
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