Ken Kesey
Ken Kesey
Kenneth Elton "Ken" Keseywas an American novelist, essayist, and countercultural figure. He considered himself a link between the Beat Generation of the 1950s and the hippies of the 1960s...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth17 September 1935
CityLa Junta, CO
CountryUnited States of America
came period remember
Each little flake that comes off of it, I can remember the period that flake came from.
eisenhower voted
I'm so insane, I voted for Eisenhower.'' ''Oh yeah, well I'm so insane, I voted for Eisenhower TWICE!'
eisenhower voted voting
''I'm so insane, I voted for Eisenhower.'' ''Oh yeah, well I'm so insane, I voted for Eisenhower TWICE!''
fat gets lady means prefer takes till whatever
But as Garcia said, you know, the '60s ain't over till the fat lady gets high. And that means that whatever it takes to get you high: sometimes grief, sometimes it's prayer, fasting. I prefer a joint.
american-author classes college given prepare study time
We thought that by this time that there would be LSD given in classes in college and you would study it and prepare for it.
ask best describing living ought people rather stepping work
When people ask what my best work is, it's the bus. I thought you ought to be living your art, rather than stepping back and describing it.
totally
It's been totally successful. Of course, we don't keep any records, so how do we know,
cutting drama edge literature quill shakespeare theatrical whatever
If Shakespeare were working right now, he wouldn't be working with a quill pen. He would be working with whatever the cutting edge of theatrical drama would be. And this is where literature is headed.
lying moving writing
When Shakespeare was writing, he wasn't writing for stuff to lie on the page; it was supposed to get up and move around.
tired dark past
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 car to see, dreadfully tired and strained and frantic, like there wasn't enough time left for something he had to do...
self mirrors looks
I'd take a look at my own self in the mirror and wonder how it was possible that anybody could manage such an enormous thing as being what he was.
crazy hands voice
Mr. Bibbit, you might warn this Mr. Harding that I'm so crazy I admit to voting for Eisenhower. Bibbit! You tell Mr. McMurphy I'm so crazy I voted for Eisenhower twice! And you tell Mr. Harding right back — he puts both hands on the table and leans down, his voice getting low — that I'm so crazy I plan to vote for Eisenhower again this November.
sunshine sky appreciate
You've got to get out and pray to the sky to appreciate the sunshine; otherwise you're just a lizard standing there with the sun shining on you.
memories machinery
Memory whispers someplace in that jumbled machinery.