So it goes.
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Kurt Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. (/kɜːrt ˈvʌnəɡət/; November 11, 1922 – April 11, 2007) was an American writer. In a career spanning over 50 years, Vonnegut published 14 novels, three short story collections, five plays, and five works of non-fiction. He is most famous for his darkly satirical, best-selling novel Slaughterhouse-Five (1969). Born and raised in Indianapolis, Indiana, Vonnegut attended Cornell University, but dropped out in January 1943 and enlisted in the United States Army. As part of his training, he studied mechanical engineering at Carnegie Institute of Technology (now Carnegie Mellon University) and the University of Tennessee. He was then deployed to Europe to fight in World War II, and was captured by the Germans during the Battle of the Bulge. He was interned in Dresden and survived the Allied bombing of the city by taking refuge in a meat locker of the slaughterhouse where he was imprisoned. After the war, Vonnegut married Jane Marie Cox, with whom he had three children. He later adopted his sister's three sons, after she died of cancer and her husband died in a train acciden
Of course it’s exhausting, having to reason all the time in a universe which wasn’t meant to be reasonable.
It is hard to adapt to chaos, but it can be done. I am living proof of that: It can be done.
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They do not love one another because they do not love themselves.
People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m certainly not going to do it anymore.
But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.
People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m certainly not going to do it anymore.
People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m certainly not going to do it anymore.
People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m certainly not going to do it anymore.
So it goes.
That's one thing Earthlings might learn to do, if they tried hard enough: Ignore the awful times and concentrate on the good ones.
Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.
If your brains were dynamite there wouldn’t be enough to blow your hat off.
How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
It is just an illusion we have 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.
All moments, past, present, and future, always have existed, always will exist.