As for myself: I had come to the conclusion that there was nothing sacred about myself or any human being, that we were all machines, doomed to collide and collide and collide. For want of anything better to do, we became fans of collisions. Sometimes I wrote well about collisions, which meant I was a writing machine in good repair. Sometimes I wrote badly, which meant I was a writing machine in bad repair. I no more harbored sacredness than did a Pontiac, a mousetrap, or a South Bend Lathe.
Our awareness is all that is alive and maybe sacred in any of us. Everything else about us is dead machinery.
And we all vied, in saving face, to be the greatest student of human nature, the person with the quickest sense of humor.
Live by the harmless untruths that make you brave and kind and healthy and happy.
There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look.
Americans, like human beings everywhere, believe many things that are obviously untrue, the monograph went on. Their most destructive untruth is that it is very easy for any American to make money. They will not acknowledge how in fact how hard money is to come by, and, there, those who have no money blame and blame and blame themselves.
Human beings in there took turns standing or lying down. The legs of those who stood were like fence posts driven into a warm, squirming, farting, sighing earth. The queer earth was a mosaic of sleepers who nestled like spoons.
People aren't supposed to look back. I'm certainly not going to do it anymore.
They do not love one another because they do not love themselves.
He developed several hobbies that helped him to pass the time.
There is no reason why good cannot triumph as often as evil. The triumph of anything is a matter of organization. If there are such things as angels, I hope that they are organized along the lines of the Mafia.
Charm was a scheme for making strangers like and trust a person immediately, no matter what the charmer had in mind.
People took such awful chances with chemicals and their bodies because they wanted the quality of their lives to improve. They lived in ugly places where there were only ugly things to do. They didn't own doodley-squat, so they couldn't improve their surroundings. so they did their best to make their insides beautiful instead.
Any man can call time out but no man can say how long the time will be out.
Maturity...is knowing what your limitations are...Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter can be said to remedy anything.
We'd all do well to start over again, preferably with kindergarten.
Avoiding Germans, they were delivering themselves into rural silences ever more profound. They ate snow.
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.
People would be surprised if they knew how much in this world was due to prayers.
This couple, so involved with babies, had never reproduced themselves, though they could have. This was an interesting comment on the whole idea of reproduction.
He watched and recorded their subversive activites with love, amusement, and detachment.
There was no question about it- the girl in the photograph was staggeringly beautiful. She was Miss Canal Zone, a runner-up in the Miss Universe Contest -- and in fact far more beautiful than the winner of the contests. Her beauty had frightened the judges.
Dwayne's bad chemicals made him take a loaded thirty-eight caliber revolver from under his pillow and stick it in his mouth. This was a tool whose only purpose was to make holes in human beings.
Seems like the only kind of job an American can get these days is committing suicide in some way.
Anyone unable to understand how useful religion can be founded on lies will not understand this book either.
Mister, when I see my first lady angel, if God ever sees fit to show me one, it'll be her wings not her face that'll make my mouth fall open. I've already seen the prettiest face that ever could be.
When a man becomes a writer, I think he takes on a sacred obligation to produce beauty and enlighenment and comfort at top speed
Before you kill somebody, make absolutely sure he isn't well connected. So it goes.
I have also told them not to work for companies which make massacre machinery, and to express contempt for people who think we need machinery like that.
Somewhere in the night there were cries of grief. With nothing better to do, Billy shuffled in their direction. He wondered what ragedy so many had found to lament out of doors.
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