Kurt Vonnegut
Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why. ― Kurt Vonnegut
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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)
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)
Kurt Vonnegut
Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter could be said to remedy anything. — Kurt Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut
Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you’ve got to be kind. — Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Mr.… Continue reading Kurt Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut
And Lot’s wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes. People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m… Continue reading Kurt Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut
There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time. ― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (Delacorte 1969)
Kurt Vonnegut
The insane, on occasion, are not without their charms. ― Kurt Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut
Be patient, Ophelia. Love, Hamlet — Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater. (Dial Press Trade Paperback September 8, 1998)
Kurt Vonnegut
How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive. ― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five. (Delacorte 1969)
The Vale of Soul-Making 