It’s a small world.” . . . “When you put it in a cemetery it is.

In this world, you get what you pay for.

My name is Yogurt Vonnegut, and I write with a spoon.

The unity in every second of all time and all wandering mankind, all wandering womankind, all wandering children.

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 don’t think he was knowable. I mean, when most people talk about knowing somebody a lot or a little, they’re talking about the secrets they’ve been told or haven’t been told. They’re talking about...

Nothing is generous. New knowledge is a valuable commodity. The more truth we have to work with, the richer we are.

The doctors agreed: He was going crazy…they didn’t think it had anything to do with the war. They were sure Billy was going to pieces because his father had thrown him into the deep end...

I don’t know about you, but I practice a disorganized religion. I belong to an unholy disorder. We call ourselves “Our Lady of the Perpetual Astonishment

Things stayed peaceful in there, even as the crashing vehicles and the cries of the injured and dying reached a crescendo outside. “I fry mine in butter!” indeed.

You’re the man who stands on the street corner with a roll of toilet paper, and written on each square are the words, ‘I love you.’ And each passer-by, no matter who, gets a square...

Writing was a spiritual exercise for my father, the only thing he really believed in.

Oh, a sleeping drunkard Up in Central Park, And a lion-hunter In the jungle dark, And a Chinese dentist,And a British queen–All fit togetherIn the same machine.Nice, nice, very nice;Nice, nice, very nice; Nice, nice,...

Those three words from a willing soul are the start of a grand and magnificent voyage.” And with that he began a discourse that lasted for several weeks, covering scene-setting, establishing conflict, plot twists, and...

And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky mud.

There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look.

How complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is.