the late twentieth century will go down in history, i'm sure, as an era of pharmaceutical buffoonery.
Their imaginations were flywheels on the ramshackle machinery of the awful truth.
There's only one rule that I know of, babiesโGod damn it, you've got to be kind.
We're here on Earth to fart around
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.
How nice -- to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.