The umpire had comical news. The congregation had been theoretically spotted from the air by a theoretical enemy. They were all theoretically dead now. The theoretical corpses laughed and ate a hearty noontime meal.
Kurt VonnegutMaturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter could be said to remedy anything.
Kurt VonnegutThe artist makes his living by pretending, by putting it in a meaningful hole though no such holes exist.
Kurt Vonnegut