Some persons seem to like you, and others seem to hate you, and you must wonder why. They are simply liking machines and hating machines.

Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.

Unfortunately, that still leaves plenty of Americans who don't read much or think much -- who will still be extremely useful in unjust wars. We are sick about that. We did the best we could.

They were lovebirds. They entertained each other endlessly with little gifts: sights worth seeing out the plane window, amusing or instructive bits from things they read, random recollections of times gone by. They were, I think, a flawless example of what Bokonon calls a duprass, which is a karass composed of only two persons.

Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith, I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile.

All people are insane. They will do anything at any time, and God help anybody who looks for reasons.

There's only one me, and I'm stuck with him.