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
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
prayer people would-be
People would be surprised if they knew how much in this world was due to prayers.
believe hands years
The time would not pass. Somebody was playing with the clocks, and not only the electronic clocks but the wind-up kind too. The second hand on my watch would twitch once, and a year would pass, and then it would twitch again. There was nothing I could do about it. As an Earthling I had to believe whatever clocks said -and calendars.
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.
earth fart
We're here on Earth to fart around
long able living-alone
I've been living alone for so long, everything about me’s private. I’m surprised anyone’s able to understand a word I say.
school nuts class
Only nut cases want to be president. This was true even in high school. Only clearly disturbed people ran for class president.
growing-up children order
Let there be nothing harmonious about our children's playthings, lest they grow up expecting peace and order, and be eaten alive.
children war holiday
I do not say that children at war do not die like men, if they have to die. To their everlasting honor and our everlasting shame, they do die like men, thus making possible the manly jubilation of patriotic holidays. But they are murdered children all the same.
new-york war gentleman
The New York Daily News suggested that my biggest war crime was not killing myself like a gentleman. Presumably Hitler was a gentleman.
people awful rooms
. . . but the Universe is an awfully big place. There is room enough for an awful lot of people to be right about things and still not agree.
kissing long-ago battle
Aside from battles, the history of nations seemed to consist of nothing but powerless old poops like myself, heavily medicated and vaguely beloved in the long ago, coming to kiss the boots of young psychopaths.
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’?
farewell hello
Farewell, hello, farewell, hello.