More Was Revealed In A Human Face

I'd Rather Be A Lightning Rod Than A Seismograph.

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.

The '60s Aren't Over; They Won't Be Over Until The Fat Lady Gets High.

I Lay In Bed The Night Before The Fishing Trip And Thought It Over, About My Being Deaf, About The Years Of Not Letting On I Heard What Was Said, And I Wonder If I Can Ever Act Any Other Way Again. But I Remembered One Thing: It Wasn't Me That Started Acting Deaf; It Was People That First Started Acting Like I Was Too Dumb To Hear Or See Or Say Anything At All.

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.