The book was Maniacs in the Fourth Dimension, by Kilgore Trout. It was about people whose mental diseases couldn't be treated because the causes of the diseases were all in the fourth dimension, and three-dimensional Earthling doctors couldn't see those causes at all, or even imagine them.

Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies - "God damn it, you've got to be kind."

The artist makes his living by pretending, by putting it in a meaningful hole though no such holes exist.

She was a fool, and so am I, and so is anyone who thinks he sees what God is Doing, [writes Bokonon].

Where's evil? It's that large part of every man that wants to hate without limit, that wants to hate with God on its side.

Is there nothing I have done which will outlive me, other than the opprobrium of my first wife and sons and grandchildren? Do I care? Doesn't everybody? Poor me. Poor practically everybody, with so little durable good to leave behind!

The highest treason in the USA is to say Americans are not loved, no matter where they are, no matter what they are doing there.