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
purpose purpose-of-life found
Living is the purpose of life, And meaning can be found therein. I finds thou. Thou becomes it. And it begins again.
acting deaf wanted
I had to keep on acting deaf if i wanted to hear at all.
wise strong law
This world belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak. We must face up to this. No more than right that it should be this way. We must learn to accept it as a law of the natural world. The rabbits accept their role in the ritual and recognize the wolf as the strong. In defense, the rabbit becomes sly and frightened and elusive and he digs holes and hides when the wolf is about. And he endures, he goes on. He knows his place. He most certainly doesn't challenge the wolf to combat. Now, would that be wise? Would it?
memories machinery
Memory whispers someplace in that jumbled machinery.
mistake kids home
All that five thousand kids lived in those five thousand houses, owned by guys that got off the train. The houses looked so much alike that, time and time again, the kids went home by mistake to different houses and different families. Nobody ever noticed.
keys world found
I've found psychedelics to be keys to worlds that have always existed, that have to be talked about.
memories sound fade-away
I listened to them fade away till all I could hear was my memory of the sound.
moving-on moved-on time-to-move-on
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.
giving energy breaking-promises
There's something about taking a plow and breaking new ground. It gives you energy.
looks sometimes
Sometimes I looked at them and sometimes they looked at me, but rarely did we look at one another.
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...
ceramics rorschach psycho
No, my friend. We are lunatics from the hospital up the highway, psycho-ceramics, the cracked pots of mankind. Would you like me to decipher a Rorschach for you?
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.
psychology looks firsts
All I know is this: nobody's very big in the first place, and it looks to me like everybody spends their whole life tearing everybody else down.