There was a message written in pencil on the tiles by the roller towel. This was it: What is the purpose of life? Trout plundered his pockets for a pen or pencil. He had an answer to the question. But he had nothing to write with, not even a burnt match. So he left the question unanswered, but here is what he would have written, if he had found anything to write with: To be the eyes and ears and conscience of the Creator of the Universe, you fool.
Kurt VonnegutA lover's a liar, To himself he lies, The truthful are loveless, Like oysters their eyes!
Kurt VonnegutThe highest treason in the USA is to say Americans are not loved, no matter where they are, no matter what they are doing there.
Kurt VonnegutI am a monopolar depressive descended from monopolar depressives. That's how come I write so good.
Kurt Vonnegut