329 Quotes by Ken Kesey

A sound of cornered animal fear and hate and surrender and defiance, that if you ever trailed a coon or cougar or lynx is like the last sound the treed and shot and falling animal makes as the dogs get him, when he finally doesn’t care about anything, but himself and his dying.

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.

And the forest at night might be beautiful, but if it was dark how was a man to know that?

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.

You don’t plow under the corn because the seed was planted with a neighbor’s shovel.

The answer is never the answer. What’s really interesting is the mystery.

Anti-drug fanatics and cops are the criminals – it’s like McCarthyism. They need someone to dislike to distract the public from the really important problems.

What a cheery atmosphere, don’t you agree?

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.