Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?
~ Kurt Vonnegut, Bluebeard
Art: Solitary Figure in a Theatre by Edward Hopper, 1903
Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?
~ Kurt Vonnegut, Bluebeard
Art: Solitary Figure in a Theatre by Edward Hopper, 1903
The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn’t let her.
“Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?” she asked me.
“The big show is inside my head,” I said.
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions
Art: Juan Carlos Verdial
I met a man in Nigeria years ago,
an Ibo,
who said he had three hundred relatives
he knew by name.
His wife had just had a baby.
They were going to take it
on foot
to be welcomed and marveled at
by as many of those relatives
as they could find,
even though
there was a war going on.
Wouldn’t you love to have been
such a famous baby?I wish I could wave a magic wand
this Christmas,
and give every desperately lonesome
and hungry and lost American
man, woman, or child
the love and comfort and support
of an extended family.
Just two people and a babe in the manger,
given a heartless Government,
is no survival scheme.
Kurt Vonnegut, American Christmas Card 2004
Thanksgiving Day was a holiday when everybody in the country was expected to express gratitude to the Creator of the Universe, mainly for food.
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions
“When I was a boy, and when Dwayne Hoover was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.”
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions
Vonnegut was a WWII vet and was present at the bombing of Dresden.
Wrong again!
Booby traps everywhere.
-Kurt Vonnegut, Hocus Pocus
Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.
Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle