Inspiring Quotes by Kurt Vonnegut

Find a subject you care about and which you feel others should care about. It is this genuine caring, and not your games with language which will be the most compelling and seductive element in your style.

I am committing suicide by cigarette, I replied. She thought that was reasonably funny. I didn't. I thought it was hideous that I should scorn life that much, sucking away on cancer sticks.

And I left the seashell roar and the aurora borealis of the city's heart farther and farther behind me.

War is now a form of TV entertainment.

I am, of course, notoriously hooked on cigarettes. I keep hoping the things will kill me. A fire at one end and a fool at the other.

Father, we are here to help each other get through this thing, whatever it is.

Life is nothing but high school.

Labor history was pornography of a sort in those days, and even more so in these days. In public schools and in the homes of nice people it was and remains pretty much taboo to tell tales of labor's sufferings and derring-do.

I have never identified with the K in Kafka's works, by the way. Having grown up in a democracy, I have dared to imagine that I know at all times who is really in charge, what is really going on. This could be a mistake.

Why should a real man stay home when he could be raping a virgin continent?

A very good me, the real me, a me made in Heaven, is hidden deep inside.

You asked the impossible of a machine and the machine complied.

The statue was of a nude woman playing a slide trombone. It was entitles, enigmatically, Evelyn and Her Magic Violin.

Their beauty was to the beauty of Miss Canal Zone as the glory of the Sun was to the glory of a lightning bug.

The church, which squatted among the headstones like a wet mother dodo, had been at various times Presbyterian, Congregationalist, Unitarian, and Universally Apocalyptic. It was now the Church of God the Utterly Indifferent.

It's a small world, I observed.
When you put it in a cemetery, it is.

Suicide is the punctuation mark at the end of many artistic careers.

In The Mysterious Stranger, Mark Twain proves to his own grim satisfaction, and to mine as well, that Satan and not God created the planet earth and the damned human race. If you doubt that, read your morning paper. Never mind what paper. Never mind what date.

That war only made billionaires out of millionaires. Today's war is making trillionaires out of billionaires. Now I call that progress.

It was going to be about the love my wife and I had for each other. It was going to show how a pair of lovers in a world gone mad could survive by being loyal only to a nation composed of themselves -- a nation of two.

If you live long enough, a lot of people close to you are going to die.

My father died many years ago now -- of natural causes. So it goes. He was a sweet man. He was a gun nut, too. He left me his guns. They rust.

The good Earth -- we could have saved it, but we were too damn cheap and lazy.

The smoke from her cigarette passed beneath the nostrils of the brown and white girls, and their space-annihilating concupiscence seemed centered on mentholated smoke along.

I think that novels that leave out technology misrepresent life as badly as Victorians misrepresented life by leaving out sex.

The things other people have put into my head, at any rate, do not fit together nicely, are often useless and ugly, are out of proportion with one another, are out of proportion with life as it really is outside my head.

I speak of humorless people as having a moral flaw, and that's not fair. It's just like regarding it as a moral flaw that someone can't sing. An awful lot of humorless people come into this world, and they make very good Nazis.

The most radical, audacious thing to think is that there might be some point to working hard and thinking hard and reading hard and writing hard and trying to be of service.

What makes you think a writer isn't a drug salesman?

My advice to writers just starting out? Don't use semi-colons! They are transvestite hermaphrodites, representing exactly nothing. All they do is suggest you might have gone to college.

How complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is.

I think the planet's immune system is trying to get rid of us with AIDS and new strains of flu and tuberculosis, and so on. I think the planet should get rid of us. We're really awful animals.

Private -' I said. 'I've been living alone so long, everything about me's private. I'm surprised anyone's able to understand a word I say.

And I apologize to all of you who are the same age as my grandchildren. And many of you reading this are the same age as my grandchildren. They, like you, are being royally shafted and lied to by our Baby Boomer corporations and government.

Earthlings went on being friendly, when they should have been thinking instead.

Sometimes I think it is a great mistake to have matter that can think and feel. It complains so. By the same token, though, I suppose that boulders and mountains and moons could be accused of being a little too phlegmatic.

Jokes have to be quite naked to be understood. They have to be quite simple.

Fuller's cigar in the night was a beacon warning carefree, frivolous people away. It was plainly a cigar smoked in anger.

Here we are trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

The Earthlings behaved at all times as though there were a big eye in the sky as though that big eye were ravenous for entertainment.

I was hoping to build a country and add to its literature. That's why I served in World War II, and that's why I wrote books.

Never had I seen a human being better adjusted to such a humiliating physical handicap. I shuddered with admiration.

I was a student in the Department of Anthropology. At that time, they were teaching that there was absolutely no difference between anybody. They may be teaching that still.

I concluded that the best thing for me and for those around me was to want nothing, to be enthusiastic about nothing, to be as unmotivated as possible, in fact, so that I would never again hurt anyone.

Honest to God, Bill, the way things are going, all I can think of is that I'm a character in a book by somebody who wants to write about somebody who suffers all the time.

This much I knew and know: I was making myself hideously uncomfortable by not narrowing my attention to details of life which were immediately important, and by refusing to believe what my neighbors believed.

Hitler at the end thought that he himself was one more casualty in the war.

I now make my living by being impolite. I am clumsy at it.

Any scientist who can't explain to an eight-year-old what he is doing is a charlatan.

A committee of three can accomplish much if two don't show up.

I think it's important to live in a nice country rather than a powerful one. Power makes everybody crazy.

I'd rather have written Cheers than anything I've written.

It's the writer's job to stage confrontations, so the characters will say surprising and revealing things, and educate and entertain us all.

And so it goes.

Somebody gets into trouble, then gets out of it again. People love that story. They never get tired of it.

I've got at least one tiny corner of the universe I can make just the way I want it.

There is no shortage of wonderful writers. What we lack is a dependable mass of readers.

I would have had him hanged from the yardarm, hick--if somebody hadn't stolen the, hick, yardarm, hick. At dawn, hick--if somebody hadn't stolen the dawn.

Be a good editor. The Universe needs more good editors, God knows.

One good thing about TV is, if you die violently, God forbid, on camera, you will not have died in vain because you will be great entertainment.

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

How embarrassing to be human.

The slaves were simply turned loose without any property. They were easily recognizable. They were black. They were suddenly free to go exploring.

People like to feel entitled, whether they're actually entitled or not.

We're here on Earth to fart around.

It was a hideous discovery for the stranger to make--that a man at the end of his days was capable of inflicting pain as the rawest, loudest youth. With so little time left, the stranger added one more item to his long, long list of regrets.

If people think nature is their friend then they sure don't need an enemy.

The surface of Earth heaved and seethed in fecund restlessness. Earth was most fertile where the most death was.

You're learning that you do not inhabit a solid, reliable social structure -- that the older people around you are worried, moody, goofy human beings who themselves were little kids only a few days ago.

George W. Bush has gathered around him upper-crust C-students who know no history or geography.

My special situation was that I was the son and grandson of architects. And so I saw building. We were building the city, and that was exciting.

Just in the nick of time they realized that it was their own habitat they were wrecking -- that they weren't merely visitors.

The truth is, we know so little about life, we don't really know what the good news is and what the bad news is.

You are reading a bold and universal headline which says ,'I am here, I am here, I am here.

I thought scientists were going to find out exactly how everything worked, and then make it work better.

Thinking doesn't seem to help very much. The human brain is too high-powered to have many practical uses in this particular universe.

I am simply impressed by the unexpected insights which shower down on me when my job is to imagine, as contrasted with the woodenly familiar ideas which clutter my desk when my job is to tell the truth.

A society is only as healthy as its ideas are humane.

My soul didn't know what kind of picture to paint, but my meat sure did.

What a fool I would have been to let self-respect interfere with my happiness!

Some jerk infected the Internet with an outright lie. It shows how easy it is to do and how credulous people are.