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Cuckoo Quotes

Hah!" said Granny Weatherwax. "I should just say it is a folk song! I knows all about folk songs. Hah! You think you're listenin' to a nice song about...cuckoos and fiddlers and nightingales and whatnot, and then it turns out to be about...something else entirely," she added darkly. Terry Prachett
Kurt Vonnegut quote: "There was no immunity to cuckoo ideas on Earth."
There was no immunity to cuckoo ideas on Earth. Kurt Vonnegut
What we’ve got here is a lunatic genius ghost-in-the-computer monorail that likes riddles and goes faster than the speed of sound. Welcome to the fantasy version of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Stephen King
By being seldom seen, I could not stir, But, like a comet, I was wondered at... He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Heard, not regarded--seen, but with such eyes, As, sick and blunted with community, Afford no extraordinary gaze. William Shakespeare
Ken Kesey quote: "They're out there. First line of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's..."
They're out there. First line of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Ken Kesey
Ken Kesey quote: "They're out there...One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest"
They're out there...One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest Ken Kesey
The call of the yellow-billed cuckoo of North America is often mistaken for a bloodhound drinking a bowl of milk. He goes coulp coulp coulp. Will Cuppy
No jewel hold a candle to the cuckoo spit hung from the blade of grass at your ear. No chandelier see you better lit than here. Carol Ann Duffy
Negative? Moi? I think realistic might be a better word. You mean to tell me we can drive all the way here from L.A. and see maybe ten thousand square miles of shopping malls, and you don't have maybe just the weentsiest inkling that something, somewhere has gone very very cuckoo? Doug Coupland
Did I ever tell you,’ said Lymond pausing on the afterthought, on his way to the flap, ‘that that aunt of mine once hatched an egg?’ He paused, deep in thought, and walked slowly to the door before turning again. His lordship of Aubigny, staring after the vanishing form of his brother, received the full splendour of Lymond’s smile. ‘It was a cuckoo,’ said Francis Crawford prosaically, and followed Lennox out. Dorothy Dunnett
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 Ken Kesey
- 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. Ken Kesey
That was when I first began to think about certain events or specific things being "important" and having "special purpose." Until then, the notion that anything had a designated, much less a special purpose would have been cuckoo to me. I was not what was commonly called a believer then, and I am a believer now; I believe in God, and I believe in the "special purpose" of certain events or specific things. John Irving
WEATHERSThis is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; And the little brown nightingale bills his best, And they sit outside at 'The Traveller's Rest,' And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest, And citizens dream of the south and west, And so do I. This is the weather the shepherd shuns, And so do I; When beeches drip in browns and duns, And thresh and ply; And hill-hid tides throb, throe on throe, And meadow rivulets overflow,... Thomas Hardy
There is some of the same fitness in a man's building his own house that there is in a bird's building its own nest. Who knows but if men constructed their dwellings with their own hands, and provided food for themselves and families simply and honestly enough, the poetic faculty would be universally developed, as birds universally sing when they are so engaged? But alas! we do like cowbirds and cuckoos, which lay their eggs in nests which other birds have built, and cheer no traveller with... Henry David Thoreau

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