I say in speeches that a plausible mission of artists is to make people appreciate being alive at least a little bit. I am then asked if I know of any artists who pulled that off. I reply, ‘The Beatles did’. ― Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake. (RosettaBooks, August 22, 2011) Originally published 1997.
The insane, on occasion, are not without their charms. ― Kurt Vonnegut
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep. — Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five. (Delacorte 1969)
Quoth the doorbell with its silence, no comment at this time. ― Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake. (Vintage Books; New Ed edition August 1, 1998) Originally published 1997.
And so it goes… ― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (Delacorte 1969)
Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armour and attacked a hot fudge sundae. — Kurt Vonnegut
Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter could be said to remedy anything. — Kurt Vonnegut