So many people think that practicing an art is a good way to make a living. Practicing an art, no matter how… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
I saw the destruction of Dresden. I saw the city before and then came out of an air-raid shelter and saw it… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
The practice of art isn't to make a living. It's to make your soul grow. — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“And I like Strauss and Mozart and all that, but the priceless gift that African Americans gave the world when they were… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
The death of a library, any library, suggests that the community has lost its soul. — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
Beware of "grandfalloons" and "foma". A "grandfalloon" is a proud and meaningless association of human beings. "Foma" are harmless truths intended to… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
People should practice an art in order to make their souls grow and not to make money or become famous. Paint a… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
The primary benefit of practicing any art, whether well or badly, is that it enables one's soul to grow. — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
You hate America, don't you?' That would be as silly as loving it,' I said. 'It's impossible for me to get emotional… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So dot it.” — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
I am beguiled by your physical beauty, and I am moved by how head-over-heels in love with books you are. And nowhere… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
Nobody will stop you from creating. Do it tonight. Do it tomorrow. That is the way to make your soul grow -… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
My soul knows my meat is doing bad things, and is embarrassed. But my meat just keeps right on doing bad, dumb… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
But by accident, not by cunning calculation, books, because of their weight and texture, and because of their sweetly token resistance to… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
Poverty is a relatively mild disease for even a very flimsy American soul, but uselessness will kill strong and weak souls alike,… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
Nobody will stop you from creating. Do it tonight. Do it tomorrow. That is the way to make your soul grow... — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
If you want to really hurt you parents, and you don't have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“You must bloom as a writer and I must bloom as a painter. Everything else about us is uninteresting.” — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“Have a good nap, did you?” said the porter. “Yes,” said Billy. “Man,” said the porter, “you sure had a hard-on.” — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“I told him that if we doubted that we are demons in Hell, he should read The Mysterious Stranger, which Mark Twain wrote in… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“Thomas Jefferson High School [..] His high school was named after a slave owner who was also one of the world’s greatest theoreticians on… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“I had a certain amount of skill as a dramatist, and Dr. Goebbels wanted me to use it” — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky mud. — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“The town was Newport, Rhode Island, U.S.A., Earth, Solar System, Milky Way.” — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“Her face was one of a kind, a surprising variation that made observers think, Yes--that would be another very nice way for people to… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“You finally fell in love, I see,” said Salo. “Only an Earthling year ago,” said Constant. “It took us that long to realize that… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“Like all Earthlings at the point of death, Mary Young sent faint reminders of herself to those who had known her. She released a… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“And contrast Mary Kathleen, if you will, with my wife Ruth, the Ophelia of the death camps, who believed that even the most intelligent… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image