Sons of suicides seldom do well.

Please — a little less love, and a little more common decency.

If you're so smart, why aren't you rich?

Their imaginations were flywheels on the ramshackle machinery of the awful truth.

I am a Tralfamadorian, seeing all time as you might see a stretch of the Rocky Mountains. All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is.

You can't teach people to write well. Writing well is something God lets you do or declines to let you do.

The women all had big minds because they were big animals, but they didn't use them for this reason: unusual ideas could make enemies and the women, if they were going to achieve any sort of comfort and safety, needed all the friends they could get. So, in the interest of survival they trained themselves to be agreeing machines. All their minds had to do was to discover what other people were thinking and then they thought it too.