It pains me even now, even a million years later, to write about such human misbehaviour. A million years later, I feel like apologizing for the human race. That’s all I can say.

They tell him that there is no why, since the moment simply is and since all of them are trapped in the moment, like bugs in amber.

Thank God for novelists. Thank God there are people willing to write everything down. Otherwise, so much would be forgotten.

[Ayres] was our city because we were building it. That's how I felt when I walked around town.

Billy Pilgrim says that the Universe does not look like a lot of bright little dots to the creatures from Tralfamadore. The creatures can see where each star has been and where it is going, so that the heavens are filled with rarefied, luminous spaghetti. And Tralfamadorians don't see human beings as two-legged creatures, either. They see them as great millepedes - "with babies' legs at one end and old people's legs at the other," says Billy Pilgrim.

My definition of a man's man is a man who knows gun safety, and we all did.

We are here for no purpose, unless we can invent one.