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
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?
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.
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?
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.
independence
Always stay in your own movie.
grateful pay homage
The Grateful Dead are our religion. This is a religion that doesn't pay homage to the God that all the other religions pay homage to.
beer swimming drunk
We'd just shared the last beer and slung the empty can out the window at a stop sign and were just waiting back to get the feel of the day, swimming in that kind of tasty drowsiness that comes over you after a day of going hard at something you enjoy doing -- half sunburned and half drunk and keeping awake only because you wanted to savor the taste as long as you could.
strong cuckoos world
This world… belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak.
garden strange mystery
Plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom.
powerful ghouls literature
When we first broke into that forbidden box in the other dimension, we knew we had discovered something as surprising and powerful as the New World when Columbus came stumbling onto it.