BiographyType: Writer Born: November 11, 1922, Indianapolis, USA Died: April 11, 2007 (aged 84), Manhattan, New Kurt Vonnegut, Junior was an American novelist, satirist, and most recently, graphic artist. He was recognized as New York State Author for 2001-2003. He was born in Indianapolis, later the setting for many of his novels. He attended Cornell University from 1941 to 1943, where he wrote a column for the student newspaper, the Cornell Daily Sun. Vonnegut trained as a chemist and worked as a journalist before joining the U.S. Army and serving in World War II. |
The row was actually about everything in creation, but it had for its subject of the moment the boy's mustache.
We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane.
You're the man who stands on the street corner with a roll of toilet paper, and written on each square are the words, 'I love you.' And each passer-by, no matter who, gets a square all his or her own. I don't want my square of toilet paper.'
I didn't realize it was toilet paper.
If I hadn’t spent so much time studying Earthlings," said the Tralfamadorian, "I wouldn’t have any idea what was meant by 'free will.' I've visited thirty-one inhabited planets in the universe, and I have studied reports on one hundred more. Only on Earth is there any talk of free will.
A winded, defeated-looking fat woman in filthy coveralls trudged beside us, hearing what Miss Pefko said. She turned to examine Dr. Breed, looking at him with helpless reproach. She hated people who thought too much. At that moment, she struck me as an appropriate representative for almost all mankind.
To the guards who walked up and down outside, each car became a single organism which ate and drank and excreted through its ventilators. It talked or sometimes yelled through its ventilators, too. In went water and loaves of blackbread and sausage and cheese, and out came shit and piss and language.
They made a science out of people?" she said. "What a crazy science that must be."
-"Mr. Z
She said his music was tuned to the biggest music there ever was, the music of the stars.
There is no order in the world around us, we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead.
Sordid things, for the most part, are what make human beings, my father included, move. That's what it is to be human, I'm afraid.
profanity and obscenity entitle people who don't want unpleasant information to close their ears and eyes to you.