Kurt Vonnegut

There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look.

talked about phonies. We talked about truth. We talked about gangsters; we talked about business. We talked about the nice poor people who went to the electric chair; and we talked about the rich bastards who didn’t. We talked about religious people who had perversions. We talked about a lot of things.
We got drunk.

She hated people who thought too much. At that moment, she struck me as an appropriate representative for almost all mankind.

New knowledge is the most valuable commodity on earth. The more truth we have to work with, the richer we become.

I just have trouble understanding how truth, all by itself, could be enough for a person.

The people down there are poor enough and scared enough and ignorant enough to have some common sense!

“It was a very warm snow,” said Newt. “It was almost like walking through orange blossoms. It was very strange.

And I made up lies
So that they all fit nice,
And I made this sad world
A par-a-dise.

What makes you think a writer isn’t a drug salesman?

“No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat’s cradle is nothing but a bunch of X’s between somebody’s hands, and little kids look and look and look at all those X’s…”
“And?”
“No damn cat, and no damn cradle.”