“One flew east, one flew west, one flew over the cuckoo's nest.”

“They're out there...One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest”

“They're out there. First line of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.”

“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 flockone flew eastone flew westone flew over the cuckoo's nest”

“. . .sometimes reading the same page over and over, until one sleepy afternoon something clicked, like a lock unlocking, and she saw those printed doors swing open on a vast house of words.”

“I want to touch him because I'm one of these queers!”

“- he's finished with that; it's like an old clock that won't tell time but won't stop neither, with the hands bent out of shape and the face bare of numbers and the alarm bell rusted silent, an old worthless clock that just keeps ticking and cuckooing without meaning nothing.”