Kurt vonnegut quotes on death

I received the call late on a Saturday night. “The planet was being destroyed by manufacturing processes, and what was being manufactured was lousy, by and large.’” – Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

5.

Although it’s originally written with two voices, with “Papa” repeating each line, I cut out the second voice and read it more as if it’s a singular prayer:

God made mud.
God got lonesome.
So God said to some of the mud, “Sit up!”
“See all I’ve made,” said God, “the hills, the sea, the
sky, the stars.”
And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look
around.
Lucky me, lucky mud.
I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done.
Nice going, God.
Nobody but you could have done it, God!

I certainly
couldn’t have.
I feel very unimportant compared to You.
The only way I can feel the least bit important is to
think of all the mud that didn’t even get to sit up and
look around.
I got so much, and most mud got so little.
Thank you for the honor!
Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep.
What memories for mud to have!
What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met!
I loved everything I saw!
Good night.
I will go to heaven now.
I can hardly wait…
To find out for certain what my wampeter was…
And who was in my karass…
And all the good things our karass did for you.
Amen.

I concluded my eulogy with this, crying through the line, “thank you for the honor!” (I also skipped over the last three lines about “wampeter” and “karass”—other Vonnegut-isms for aspects of religiosity.) For weeks after my father died, I realized that these lines were helping me cope with his death.

People have no choice but to become second-rate machines themselves, or wards of the machines.” – Kurt Vonnegut, Player Piano

7. “Many novelties have come from America. “A man who wants all of somebody's love. This to me is a miracle.” – Kurt Vonnegut, Palm Sunday

25. Many things, obviously. “Actually, I am highly suspicious of love, and any honest biography of me would bear that out.” – Kurt Vonnegut, Wampeters, Foma & Granfalloons

70.

her time) was never unusual. Science, by contrast, with the hubristic pursuit for technological advancement, has a track record of grave human consequences—the expression of which we can find in such catastrophes as, say, Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and other such nuclear disasters.

When my father died, he was alone. “No matter what I was really, no matter what I really meant, uncritical love was what I needed.” – Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night

72.

But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.” – Kurt Vonnegut, Palm Sunday

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Kevin Potter is a lecturer and doctoral candidate in the Department of English and American Studies at the University of Vienna.

“Everything about life is a joke. He is recognized for his satirical and humorous writing.

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