Jeff Jones

“It might make me seem more human at this point, which is to say more sympathetic, if I were to declare that I itched and blinked and nearly swooned with a feeling of unreality. Sorry. Not so. I confess to a ghastly lack in myself. Anything I see or hear or feel or taste or smell is real to me. I am so much a credulous plaything of my senses that nothing is unreal to me. This armor-plated credulity has been continent even in times when I was struck on the head or drunk or, in one freakish adventure that need not concern this accounting, even under the influence of cocaine.”
― Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Mother Night

“There is a fine article in the current Reader’s Digest with the title, “There are No Atheists in Foxholes.”
― Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Mother Night

“I doubt if there has ever been a society that has been without strong and young people eager to experiment with homicide, provided no very awful penalties are attached to it.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night

“Evening was deepening, and the fever of early summer, like the temperature of a dead giant, had dropped completely from the covering air.”
― Kenzaburō Ōe, A Personal Matter