"When I was a kid, the worst of all days was the last day of summer vacation , and we were in the schoolyard playing softball, and the sun was down and it was getting dark. But I didn't want it to get dark. I didn't want the game to end. It was too good, too much fun. I wanted it to stay light forever, so we could keep on playing forever. (...) But the sun always went down. And now it's almost dark." --Mike Royko, Daily News, 1978 "He's laying awfully quiet, I told myself, I ought to touch him to see if he's still alive...That's a lie. I know he's still alive. That ain't the reason I want to touch him. I want to touch him because he's a man. That's a lie too. There's other men around. I could touch them. I want to touch him because I'm one of those queers! But that's a lie too. That's one fear hiding behind another. If I was one of those queers I'd want to do other things with him. I just want to touch him because he's who he is." --Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest