I don't think that Slaughterhouse-Five was successful movie material. In fact, Vonnegut's books mostly I don't feel are movie material.
...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.
They do not love one another because they do not love themselves.
How nice -- to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
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.
- 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.
Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.
The gun made a ripping sound like the opening of a zipper on the fly of God Almighty.
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?
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.
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.
Ignore the awful times, and concentrate on the good ones.
People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m certainly not going to do it anymore.
Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.
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.
If what Billy Pilgrim learned from the Tralfamadorians is true, that we will all live forever, no matter how dead we may sometimes seem to be, I am not overjoyed. Still--if I am going to spend eternity visiting this moment and that, I'm grateful that so many of those moments are nice.
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.
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.
It was very exciting for her, taking his dignity away in the name of love.
All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true.
America is the wealthiest nation on Earth, but its people are mainly poor, and poor Americans are urged to hate themselves... It is in fact a crime for an American to be poor, even though America is a nation of poor. Every other nation has folk traditions of men who were poor but extremely wise and virtuous, and therefore more estimable than anyone with power and gold. No such tales are told by American poor. They mock themselves and glorify their betters.
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.
And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?
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