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
champagne
The champagne was dead. So it goes.
insane charm occasions
The insane, on occasion, are not without their charms.
world
Hardly anyone in the world is an American
ideas cuckoos earth
There was no immunity to cuckoo ideas on Earth.
men earth helping
I couldn't help wondering if that was what God put me on Earth for--to find out how much a man could take without breaking.
men yes-and-no answers
One [television] program was an interminable exploration of the question: can a woman with a low I.Q. be happily married to a man with a high one? The answer seemed to be yes and no.
men white-man america
Indianapolis, Indiana is the first place in the United States of America where a white man was hanged for the murder of an Indian. The kind of people who'll hang a white man for murdering an Indian--that's the kind of people for me.
hate believe laughing
...this is a hard world to be ludicrous in, with so many human beings so reluctant to laugh, so incapable of thought, so eager to believe and snarl and hate.
cat soul fur
My soul seemed as foul as smoke from burning cat fur.
smoking suing three
I'm eighty-three and I've been smoking since I was eleven. I'm suing the cigarette company because it promised to kill me and it hasn't.
names slaughterhouse-five dignity
It was very exciting for her, taking his dignity away in the name of love.
gun zippers slaughterhouse-five
The gun made a ripping sound like the opening of a zipper on the fly of God Almighty.
lying writing men
If I were a younger man, I would write a history of human stupidity; and I would climb to the top of Mount McCabe and lie down on my back with my history for a pillow; and I would take from the ground some of the blue-white poison that makes statues of men; and I would make a statue of myself, lying on my back, grinning horribly, and thumbing my nose at You Know Who.
world small-world cemetery
It's a small world." . . . "When you put it in a cemetery it is.