“Listen - on the tenth night the peg was pulled out of the hasp on Billy's boxcar door, and the door was… — Kurt Vonnegut Jr Copy Share Image
“They went Indian file. First came the scouts, clever, graceful, quiet. They had rifles. Next came the antitank gunner, clumsy and dense,… — Kurt Vonnegut Jr Copy Share Image
“It had to be done,” Rumfoord told Billy, speaking of the destruction of Dresden. “I know,” said Billy. “That’s war.” “I know.… — Kurt Vonnegut Jr Copy Share Image
“That is a very Earthling question to ask, Mr. Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment… — Kurt Vonnegut Jr Copy Share Image
“Then you’ll do it brilliantly, darling. You’ll get to Pittsburgh yet.” — Kurt Vonnegut Jr Copy Share Image
“There is room enough for an awful lot of people to be right about things and still not agree. The” — Kurt Vonnegut Jr Copy Share Image
“He often said he had to be a writer because he wasn't good at anything else. He was not good at being an employee.… — Kurt Vonnegut Jr Copy Share Image
“The zero in the telephone number he pronounced "naught." The number was: "2 B R 0 2 B.” — Kurt Vonnegut Jr Copy Share Image
“Jones wasn’t completely crazy. The dismaying thing about the classic totalitarian mind is that any given gear, though mutilated, will have at its circumference… — Kurt Vonnegut Jr Copy Share Image
“I have never seen a more sublime demonstration of the totalitarian mind, a mind which might be likened unto a system of gears whose… — Kurt Vonnegut Jr Copy Share Image
“No respecter of evidence has ever found the least clue as to what life is all about, and what people should do with it.… — Kurt Vonnegut Jr Copy Share Image
“And Halyard suddenly realized that, just as religion and government had been split into disparate entities centuries before, now, thanks to the machines, politics… — Kurt Vonnegut Jr Copy Share Image
“For once, after the great bloodbath of the war, the world really was cleared of unnatural terrors—mass starvation, mass imprisonment, mass torture, mass murder.… — Kurt Vonnegut Jr Copy Share Image
