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
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.
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.
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.
earth fart
We're here on Earth to fart around
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.
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.
prayer people would-be
People would be surprised if they knew how much in this world was due to prayers.
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
pain writing years
It pains me even now, even a million years later, to write about such human misbehaviour. A million years later, I feel like apologizing for the human race. That’s all I can say.
bird slaughterhouse-five slaughterhouse-5
And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?
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.
girl nice thinking
Her face ... was a one-of-a-kind, a surprising variation on a familiar theme - a variation that made observers think, Yes - that would be another very nice way for people to look. What Beatrice had done with her face, actually, was what any plain girl could do. She overlaid it with dignity, suffering, intelligence, and a piquant dash of bitchiness.
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.
slaughterhouse-five matter why-me
Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is.