Kurt Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.was an American author. In a career spanning over 50 years, Vonnegut published fourteen novels, three short story collections, five plays, and five works of non-fiction. He is most famous for his darkly satirical, best-selling novel Slaughterhouse-Five...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth11 November 1922
CountryUnited States of America
atheism foxholes chaplains
There's a Chaplain who never visited the front.
war television world
all that has changed, in my opinion, is that, thanks to television, we can hide a great depression. we may even be hiding a third world war
memorable men laughing
It strikes me as gruesome and comical that in our culture we have an expectation that man can always solve his problems ... This is so untrue that it makes me want to cry-or laugh.
life home men
A man without a home can't be lost.
letting-go memorable past
Vonnegut could not help looking back, despite the danger of being turned metaphorically into a pillar of salt, into am emblem of the death that comes to those who cannot let go of the past
people insane looks
All people are insane. They will do anything at any time, and God help anybody who looks for reasons.
jobs wall blow
The master of ceremonies asked people to say what they thought the function of the novel might be in modern society, and one critic said, “To provide touches of color in rooms with all-white walls.” Another one said, “To describe blow-jobs artistically.
nice world credit
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.
love-you i-love-you-because only-love
I love you, because the love you gave me was the only love I've ever had, the only love I ever will have
dog morning war
The dog, who had sounded so ferocious in the winter distances, was a female German Shepherd. She was shivering. Her tail was between her legs. She had been borrowed that morning from a farmer. She had never been to war before. She had no idea what game was being played. Her name was Princess.
love-you mean gun
I love you, Eliza,” I said. She thought about it. “No,” she said at last, “I don’t like it.” “Why not?” I said. “It’s as though you were pointing a gun at my head,” she said. “It’s just a way of getting somebody to say something they probably don’t mean. What else can I say, or anybody say, but, ‘I love you, too’?
way cigarette commit
Cigarettes are a classy way to commit suiside.
tuxedos knows invited
Maybe they invited me because they know I have a tuxedo
crowds cheated felt
The crowd, having been promised nothing, felt cheated, having received nothing.