Beer, of course, is actually a depressant, but poor people will never stop hoping otherwise.

If what Billy Pilgrim learned from the Tralfamadorians is true, that we will all live forever, no matter how dead we may sometimes seem to be, I am not overjoyed. Still--if I am going to spend eternity visiting this moment and that, I'm grateful that so many of those moments are nice.

The two real political parties in America are the Winners and the Losers. The people don't acknowledge this. They claim membership in two imaginary parties, the Republicans and the Democrats, instead.

Seems like the only kind of job an American can get these days is committing suicide in some way.

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.

Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father's voice: "Make me young, make me young, make me young!

A saint is a person who behaves decently in a shockingly indecent society.