- 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 no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.
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.
There is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre.
Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
How nice -- to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.
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.
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.
Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is.
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.
And Lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes.
And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?
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
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.
...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.
All this happened, more or less.
Ignore the awful times, and concentrate on the good ones.
Before you kill somebody, make absolutely sure he isn't well connected. So it goes.
If I am going to spend eternity visiting this moment and that, I'm grateful that so many of those moments are nice.
There isn’t any particular relationship between the messages, except that the author has chosen them carefully, so that, when seen all at once, they produce an image of life that is beautiful and surprising and deep. There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.
You know — we've had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was being fought by aging men like ourselves. We had forgotten that wars were fought by babies. When I saw those freshly shaved faces, it was a shock. "'My God, my God — ' I said to myself, 'It's the Children's Crusade.
She was a dull person, but a sensational invitation to make babies.
America is the wealthiest nation on Earth, but its people are mainly poor, and poor Americans are urged to hate themselves.
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.
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