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  • #1
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “And so it goes...”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #2
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #3
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “If I am going to spend eternity visiting this moment and that, I'm grateful that so many of those moments are nice.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #4
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Everything is nothing, with a twist.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #5
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “When everything was beautiful and nothing hurt...”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #6
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “So It Goes”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #7
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “No art is possible without a dance with death, he wrote.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #8
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #9
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “She was a dull person, but a sensational invitation to make babies. Men looked at her and wanted to fill her up with babies right away.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #10
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Goodness me, the clock has struck-
    Alackday, and fuck my luck.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
    tags: humor

  • #11
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “The book was Maniacs in the Fourth Dimension, by Kilgore Trout. It was about people whose mental diseases couldn't be treated because the causes of the diseases were all in the fourth dimension, and three-dimensional Earthling doctors couldn't see those causes at all, or even imagine them.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #12
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “How nice -- to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #13
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.”
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #14
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m certainly not going to do it anymore.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #15
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “It is just an illusion here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone, it is gone forever.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #16
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “It was very exciting for her, taking his dignity away in the name of love.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #17
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #18
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “The champagne was dead. So it goes.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
    tags: humor

  • #19
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “How’s the patient?” asked Derby.
    “Dead to the world.”
    “But not actually dead.”
    “No.”
    “How nice - to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #20
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “The Population Reference Bureau predicts that the world's total population will double to 7,000,000,000 before the year 2000.

    I suppose they will all want dignity, I said.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #21
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “...when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, present, and future, always have existed, always will exist.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #22
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “How nice—to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #23
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “One of the main effects of war, after all, is that people are discouraged from being characters.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
    tags: war

  • #24
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Among the things Billy Pilgrim could not change were the past, present, and future.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #25
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Before you kill somebody, make absolutely sure he isn't well connected. So it goes.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #26
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #27
    Jennifer Niven
    “The thing is, they were all perfect days.”
    Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

  • #28
    John Wooden
    “You can’t live a perfect day until you do something for someone who will never be able to repay you.”
    John Wooden

  • #29
    Charles Bukowski
    “I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #30
    “I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 a.m., gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.”
    Anna Peters



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