What had made me move through so many dead and pointless years was curiosity.

Billy had a framed prayer on his office wall which expressed his method for keeping going, even though he was unenthusiastic about living. A lot of patients who saw the prayer on Billy’s wall told him that it helped them to keep going, too. It went like this: “God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom always to tell the difference.” Among the things Billy Pilgrim could not change were the past, the present, and the future.

It's a small world. When you put it in a cemetery, it is.

He is in a constant state of stage fright, he says, because he never knows what part of his life he is going to have to act in next

Sometimes I wonder about the Creator of the Universe.

She hated people who thought too much. At that moment, she struck me as an appropriate representative for almost all mankind.

The trouble with God isn't that He so seldom makes Himself known to us... He's holding you and me and everybody else by the scruff of the neck practically _constantly... Contentedly adrift in the cosmos, were you?... That is a perfect description of a non-epiphany, that rarest of moments, when God Almighty lets go of the scruff of your neck and lets you be human for a little while.