Stefan Koepeknie

“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?”
― Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

“What is life, after all if not dancing on graves?”
― Olga Tokarczuk, The Books of Jacob

“I still had my own notions. How McMurphy was a giant come out of the sky to save us from the combine that was networking the land with copper wire and crystal”
― Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

“She was a voice that god seeks. She was the reed of demonic ecstasy. She was possessed. She knew not how but she knew the moment of her possession. The singing tongues of all the world were wakened into life again under the incantation of her voice. She was inhabited. She was spent.”
― Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward Angel