They Did Type Me As A Horror

I Had To Keep On Acting Deaf If I Wanted To Hear At All.

Alongside The Statement About One Man's Poison Being Another Man's High, One Might As Well Add That One Man's Saint Can Be Another Man's Sore And One Man's Hero Can Turn Out To Be That Man's Biggest Hangup.

Man Is Certain Of Nothing But His Ability To Fail. It Is The Deepest Faith We Have, And The Unbeliever- The Blasphemer, The Dissenter- Will Stimulate In Us The Most Righteous Of Furies.

The Answer Is Never The Answer. What's Really Interesting Is The Mystery. If You Seek The Mystery Instead Of The Answer, You'll Always Be Seeking. I've Never Seen Anybody Really Find The Answer, But They Think They Have. So They Stop Thinking. But 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.

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.