If you want to find a Granfalloon, remove the skin from a toy balloon.
There is nothing left of him but curiosity and a pair of eyes.
Nobody talked much as the expedition crossed the moon. There was nothing appropriate to say. One thing was clear: Absolutely everybody in the city was supposed to be dead, regardless of what they were, and that anybody that moved in it represented a flaw in the design. There were to be no moon men at all.
Earl Moncrief, the butler, built his financial, procurement, and secret service organizations with the brute power of cash and a profound understanding of clever, malicious, discontented people who lived behind servile facades.
Symbols can be so beautiful, sometimes.
Round and round we spin, with feet of lead and wings of tin.
Earthlings are the great explainers, explaining why this event is structured as it is, telling how other events may be achieved or avoided.
The little girls were wearing black party dresses and black party shoes, so strangers would know at once how nice they were.
Low comedy, empty heroics and pointless death
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.
Anyone unable to understand how useful religion can be founded on lies will not understand this book either.
When a man becomes a writer, I think he takes on a sacred obligation to produce beauty and enlighenment and comfort at top speed
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.
This was a pretty girl, except she had legs like an Edwardian grand piano...
Unk had no way of judging the quality of the information contained in the letter. He accepted it all hungrily, uncritically. And, in accepting it, Unk gained an understanding of life that was identical with the writer's understanding of life. Unk wolfed down a philosophy.
It shook up Trout to realize that even he could bring evil into the world - in the form of bad ideas.
In this world, you get what you pay for.
You are what you pretend to be, so be careful about who you pretend to be.
On Tralfamadore, says Billy Pilgrim, there isn't much interest in Jesus Christ. The Earthling figure who is most engaging to the Tralfamadorian mind, he says, is Charles Darwin - who taught that those who die are meant to die, that corpses are improvements. So it goes.
Every passing hour brings the Solar System forty three thousand miles closer to Globular Cluster M13 in Hercules - and still there are some misfits who insist that there is no such thing as progress.
The only difference between Hitler and Bush is that Hitler was elected.
She broke my heart. I didn't like that much. But that was the price. In this world, you get what you pay for.
Echolalia is a mental disease which makes people immediately repeat things that well people around them say. But Billy didn't really have it. Rumfoord simply insisted, for his own comfort, that Billy had it. Rumfoord was thinking in a military manner: that an inconvenient person, one whose death he wished for very much, for practical reasons, was suffering from a repulsive disease.
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.
Now they were regaining consciousness- were being treated to a cruel and lovely illusion.
Earthlings went on being friendly, when they should have been thinking instead.
As stupid and vicious as men are, this is a lovely day.
You'll forget it when you're dead, and so will I. When I'm dead, I'm going to forget everything-and I advise you to do the same.
I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.
Trout, incidentally, had written a book about a money tree. It had twenty-dollar bills for leaves. Its flowers were government bonds. Its fruit was diamonds. It attracted human beings who killed each other around the roots and made very good fertilizer.
Marcel Proust - F. Scott Fitzgerald - C. S. Lewis - Brian Tracy - Aesop - Salvatore Quasimodo - Jared Diamond - Jackie Collins - Harriet Beecher Stowe - Emily Post