All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true.

We went to the New York World's Fair, saw what the past had been like, according to the Ford Motor Car Company and Walt Disney, saw what the future would be like, according to General Motors. And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

That specific remedy for the worldwide epidemic of depression is a gift called the blues.

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.

But he is tired. He puts the pistol to his head again. He says, “I never asked to be born in the first place.

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.

Everybody knows that the dumbest people in any American university are in the education department, and English after that.