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
writing people stories
The proper ending for any story about people it seems to me, since life is now a polymer in which the Earth is wrapped so tightly, should be the same abbreviation, which I now write large because I feel like it, which is this one: ETC.
people firsts bigs
Big, undreamed-of things — the people on the edge see them first.
men checkerboard bokonon
Man created the checkerboard; God created the karass.
breakfast-of-champions bigs shows
The big show is inside my head,
atheism foxholes chaplains
There's a Chaplain who never visited the front.
father son someday
Son,' my father said to me, 'someday this will all be yours.
life love-is thinking
Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go looking for it, and I think it can often be poisonous.
love stuck
There's only one me, and I'm stuck with him.
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.
art writing order
People should practice an art in order to make their souls grow and not to make money or become famous. Paint a picture. Write.
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
liars lying eye
A lover's a liar, To himself he lies, The truthful are loveless, Like oysters their eyes!