And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?— Kurt Vonnegut
Surprising Slaughter House Five quotations
Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.
He is in a constant state of stage fright, he says, because he never knows what part of his life he is going to have to act in next
They do not love one another because they do not love themselves.
Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is.
I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.
America is the wealthiest nation on Earth, but its people are mainly poor, and poor Americans are urged to hate themselves.
It is just an illusion here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone, it is gone forever.
That's one thing Earthlings might learn to do, if they tried hard enough: Ignore the awful times and concentrate on the good ones.
- Why me? - That is a very Earthling question to ask, Mr.
Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber? - Yes. - Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.
There is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre.
Listen: Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time.
The nicest veterans in Schenectady, I thought, the kindest and funniest ones, the ones who hated war the most, were the ones who'd really fought.
Ignore the awful times, and concentrate on the good ones.
One of the main effects of war, after all, is that people are discouraged from being characters.
Before you kill somebody, make absolutely sure he isn't well connected. So it goes.
Among the things Billy Pilgrim could not change were the past, the present, and the future.
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.
...when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, present, and future, always have existed, always will exist.
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.
When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in bad condition in the particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "So it goes.
All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist.
I think you guys are going to have to come up with a lot of wonderful new lies, or people just aren't going to want to go on living.
The Population Reference Bureau predicts that the world's total population will double to 7,000,000,000 before the year 2000. I suppose they will all want dignity, I said.
It was very exciting for her, taking his dignity away in the name of love.
The gun made a ripping sound like the opening of a zipper on the fly of God Almighty.
If I am going to spend eternity visiting this moment and that, I'm grateful that so many of those moments are nice.
She was a dull person, but a sensational invitation to make babies.
I am a Tralfamadorian, seeing all time as you might see a stretch of the Rocky Mountains. All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is.
She upset Billy simply by being his mother.
She made him feel embarrassed and ungrateful and weak because she had gone to so much trouble to give him life, and to keep that life going, and Billy didn't really like life at all.
It is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds. And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?