This is a very bad book you’re writing, ” I said to myself behind my leaks. “I know, ” I said. “You’re afraid you’ll kill yourself the way your mother did, ” I said. “I know, ” I said. There in the cocktail lounge, peering out through my leaks at a world of my own invention, I mouthed this word: schizophrenia. The sound and appearance of the word had fascinated me for many years. It sounded and looked to me like a human being sneezing in a blizzard of soapflakes. . Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
We wait and think and doubt and hate. How does it make you feel? The overwhelming feeling is rage. We hate ourself for being unable to be other than what we are. Unable to be better. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>We feel rage. The feelings must be...
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Irvine Welsh
If you think this Universe is bad, you should see some of the others.
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Philip K. Dick
I didn't realize there was a ranking." I said. "Sadie frowned. "What do you mean?" "A ranking, " I said. "You know, what's crazier than what." "Oh, sure there is, " Sadie said. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>She sat back in her chair. "First you have your...
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Michael Thomas Ford
Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans. If reality differs from person to person, can we speak of reality singular, or shouldn't we really be talking about plural realities? And...
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Philip K. Dick
In my opinion, our health care system has failed when a doctor fails to treat an illness that is treatable.
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Kevin Alan Lee
More Quotes By Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
America is the wealthiest nation on Earth, but its people are mainly poor, and poor Americans are urged to hate themselves. To quote the American humorist Kin Hubbard, 'It ain’t no disgrace to be poor, but it might as well be.' It is in fact...
Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go around looking for it, and I think it can be poisonous. I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, 'Please...
If somebody says 'I love you' to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol holder requires? 'I love you, too'.
And yet another moral occurs to me now: Make love when you can. It's good for you.
