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
men nurse missing
But, gee," the other nurse says, "what on earth would MAKE a man want to do something like disrupt the ward for, Miss Ratched? What possible motive...?""You seem to forget, MISS Flinn, that this is an institution for the insane.
talking mind kind
Leary can get a part of my mind that's kind of rusted shut grinding again, just by being around him and talking.
cat writing gone
But the more I read... after awhile... I begin to find they were all writing about the same thing, this same dull old here-today-gone-tomorrow scene... Shakespeare, Milton, Matthew Arnold, even Baudelaire, even this cat whoever he was that wrote Beowulf... the same scene for the same reasons and to the same end, whether it was Dante with his pit or Baudelaire with his pot... the same dull old scene...
interesting answers mystery
The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery.
life men ifs
But if they don't exist, how can a man see them?
jobs garden needs
The job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.
thinking may firsts
Things you think you're saying for the first time ever, have been said better before by Shakespeare, though they may need saying again.
cuckoos chaos
But I tried, didn't I? Goddamnit, at least I did that.
inspirational fog choices
You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, painful as it might be, or you could relax and lose yourself
jesus mean kids
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!
revenge men two
The man who seeks revenge digs two graves.
faces bears humans
More was revealed in a human face than a human being can bear face to face.
hands wind clouds
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
jobs cages asks
The best of all possible cages.' Ben stepped back to regard the job with a sad smile. 'What more can one ask?