Love is where you find it.

People don't come to church for preachments, of course, but to daydream about God.

What is the purpose of life?...To be the eyes and ears and conscience of the Creator of the Universe, you fool!

Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.

They tell him that there is no why, since the moment simply is and since all of them are trapped in the moment, like bugs in amber.

Vonnegut could not help looking back, despite the danger of being turned metaphorically into a pillar of salt, into am emblem of the death that comes to those who cannot let go of the past

I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.