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To be is to do - Socrates To do is to be - Sartre Do Be

To be is to do - Socrates

To do is to be - Sartre

Do Be Do Be Do - Sinatra

The only difference between Hitler and Bush is that Hitler was elected.. Kurt Vonnegut

The only difference between Hitler and Bush is that Hitler was elected.

Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said

Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.

The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death..

The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go around looking for

Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go around looking for it, and I think it can be poisonous. I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, 'Please - a little less love, and a little more common decency'.

If somebody says 'I love you' to me, I feel as though I had a pistol

If somebody says 'I love you' to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol holder requires? 'I love you, too'.

And yet another moral occurs to me now: Make love when you can. It's good for

And yet another moral occurs to me now: Make love when you can. It's good for you.

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning do to do afterward.

The last thing I ever wanted was to be alive when the three most powerful people

The last thing I ever wanted was to be alive when the three most powerful people on the whole planet would be named Bush, Dick and Colon.

The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest.. Kurt Vonnegut

The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest.

Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter could be said to

Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter could be said to remedy anything.

If you can do a half-assed job of anything, you're a one-eyed man in a kingdom

If you can do a half-assed job of anything, you're a one-eyed man in a kingdom of the blind.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.

If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: THE ONLY PROOF HE

If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED
FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
WAS MUSIC

Mankind flung its advance agents ever outward, ever outward. Eventually it flung them out into space,

Mankind flung its advance agents ever outward, ever outward. Eventually it flung them out into space, into the colorless, tasteless, weightless sea of outwardness without end.

It flung them like stones.

Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the

Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.

The planet was being destroyed by manufacturing processes, and what was being manufactured was lousy, by

The planet was being destroyed by manufacturing processes, and what was being manufactured was lousy, by and large.

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

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

Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite

Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college.

Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?

When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth.

As for literary criticism in general: I have long felt that any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel or a play or a poem is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae or a banana split.

Virtually every writer I know would rather be a musician.

My advice to writers just starting out? Don't use semi-colons! They are transvestite hermaphrodites, representing exactly nothing. All they do is suggest you might have gone to college.

Somebody gets into trouble, then gets out of it again. People love that story. They never get tired of it.

I believe that reading and writing are the most nourishing forms of meditation anyone has so far found. By reading the writings of the most interesting minds in history, we meditate with our own minds and theirs as well. This to me is a miracle.

Talent is extremely common. What is rare is the willingness to endure the life of the writer.

I'm simply interested in what is going to happen next. I don't think I can control my life or my writing. Every other writer I know feels he is steering himself, and I don't have that feeling. I don't have that sort of control. I'm simply becoming. I'm startled that I became a writer.

I think it can be tremendously refreshing if a creator of literature has something on his mind other than the history of literature so far. Literature should not disappear up its own asshole, so to speak.

The proper ending for any story about people it seems to me, since life is now a polymer in which the Earth is wrapped so tightly, should be the same abbreviation, which I now write large because I feel like it, which is this one:
ETC.

I am simply impressed by the unexpected insights which shower down on me when my job is to imagine, as contrasted with the woodenly familiar ideas which clutter my desk when my job is to tell the truth.

The trouble with the world is that people are still superstitious instead of scientific. If everybody would study science more, there wouldn't be all the trouble there was.

A book is an arrangement of twenty-six phonetic symbols, ten numerals, and about eight punctuation marks, and people can cast their eyes over these and envision the eruption of Mount Vesuvius or the Battle of Waterloo.

By reading the writings of the most interesting minds in history, we meditate with our own minds and theirs as well. This is to me is a miracle.

I propose that every person out of work be required to submit a book report before he or she gets his or her welfare check.

No chimpanzee husband would stand by while his wife lost all her coconuts.

Q: What is wrong with the world?
A: Everybody pays attention to pictures of things. Nobody pays attention to things themselves.

Vanity rather than wisdom determines how the world is run.

Swoopers write a story quickly, higgledy-piggledy, crinkum-crankum, any which way. Then they go over it again painstakingly, fixing everything that is just plain awful or doesn’t work. Bashers go one sentence at a time, getting it exactly right before they go on to the next one. When they’re done they’re done.

This person has just arrived on this planet, knows nothing about it, has no standards by which to judge it. This person does not care what it becomes. It is eager to become absolutely anything it is supposed to be.

The hand that stocks the drug stores rules the world. Let us start our Republic, with a chain of drug stores, a chain of grocery stores, a chain of gas chambers, and a national game. After that we can write our Constitution.

Americans... are forever searching for love in forms it never takes, in places it can never be. It must have something to do with the vanished frontier.

Sometimes I think it is a great mistake to have matter that can think and feel. It complains so. By the same token, though, I suppose that boulders and mountains and moons could be accused of being a little too phlegmatic.

No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids look and look and look at all those X's . . ."
"And?"
"No damn cat, and no damn cradle.

All persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental.

How nice - to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.

One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.

You'll forget it when you're dead, and so will I. When I'm dead, I'm going to forget everything–and I advise you to do the same.

Plato says that the unexamined life is not worth living. But what if the examined life turns out to be a clunker as well?

People took such awful chances with chemicals and their bodies because they wanted the quality of their lives to improve. They lived in ugly places where there were only ugly things to do. They didn't own doodley-squat, so they couldn't improve their surroundings. so they did their best to make their insides beautiful instead.

Do you realize that all great literature - "Moby Dick," "Huckleberry Finn," "A Farewell to Arms," "The Scarlet Letter," "The Red Badge of Courage," "The Iliad and The Odyssey," "Crime and Punishment," the Bible, and "The Charge of the Light Brigade" - are all about what a bummer it is to be a ...human being?

The worst thing that could possibly happen to anybody would be to not be used for anything by anybody. Thank you for using me, even though I didn't want to be used by anybody.

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." (George Santayana)

I've got news for Mr. Santayana: we're doomed to repeat the past no matter what. That's what it is to be alive.

You are better than you think. A-one, a-two a-three.

Symbols can be so beautiful, sometimes.

Nothing is generous. New knowledge is a valuable commodity. The more truth we have to work with, the richer we are.

What he meant, of course, was that there would always be wars, that they were as easy to stop as glaciers. I believe that, too.

And even if wars didn't keep coming like glaciers, there would still be plain old death.

But people didn't have to pay as much attention to the awful truth. As the living legend of the cruel tyrant in the city and the gentle holy man in the jungle grew, so, too, did the happiness of the people grow. They were all employed full time as actors in a play they understood, that any human being anywhere could understand and applaud.

Anyway - because we are readers, we don't have to wait for some communications executive to decide what we should think about next - and how we should think about it. We can fill our heads with anything from aardvarks to zucchinis - at any time of night or day.

There's only one rule that I know of, babies - God damn it, you've got to be kind.

I speak gibberish to the civilized world and it replies in kind.

Earthlings went on being friendly, when they should have been thinking instead.

I still believe that peace and plenty and happiness can be worked out some way. I am a fool.

Perhaps some people really are born unhappy. I surely hope not. Speaking for my sister and myself: We were born with the capacity and determination to be utterly happy all the time. Perhaps even in this we were freaks. Hi ho.

When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in bad condition in the particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "So it goes.

I asked this heroic pet lover how it felt to have died for a schnauzer named Teddy. Salvador Biagiani was philosophical. He said it sure beat dying for absolutely nothing in the Viet Nam War.

I say the same thing about the death of James Wait. "Oh, well - he wasn't going to write the Beethoven's Ninth Symphony anyway.

The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist.

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

Music is, to me, proof of the existence of God. It is so extraordinarily full of magic, and in tough times of my life I can listen to music and it makes such a difference.

The Fourteenth Book is entitled, "What can a Thoughtful Man Hope for Mankind on Earth, Given the Experience of the Past Million Years?"
It doesn't take long to read The Fourteenth Book. It consists of one word and a period.
This is it: "Nothing.

I wanted all things
To seem to make some sense,
So we could all be happy, yes,
Instead of tense.
And I made up lies
So that they all fit nice,
And I made this sad world
A par-a-dise.

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.

New knowledge is the most valuable commodity on earth. The more truth we have to work with, the richer we become.

Trzymajcie się z dala od człowieka, który pracował w pocie czoła nad rozwiązaniem jakiejś zagadki, rozwiązał ją i stwierdził, że nie jest mądrzejszy niż przedtem - powiada Bokonon. - Przepełnia go bowiem mordercza pogarda do ludzi, którzy są równie głupi jak on, ale nie doszli do swojej głupoty równie ciężką pracą

So what indeed! The lesson I myself learned over and over again when teaching at the college and then the prison was the uselessness of information to most people, except as entertainment. If facts weren't funny or scary, or couldn't make you rich, the heck with them.

I learned the joke at the core of American self-improvement: knowledge was so much junk to be processed one way or another at great universities. The real treasure the great universities offered was a lifelong membership in a respected artificial extended family.

There are plenty of good reasons for fighting, I said, but no good reason ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too.

When we passed a Catholic church, I recalled, he said, "You think your dad's a good chemist? They're turning soda crackers into meat in there. Can your dad do that?

Every so often, in the midst of chaos, you come across an amazing, inexplicable instance of civic responsibility. Maybe the last shred of faith people have is in their firemen.

I am eternally grateful for my knack of finding in great books, some of them very funny books, reason enough to feel honored to be alive, no matter what else might be going on.

Reading a novel, War and Peace for example, is no Catnap. Because a novel is so long, reading one is like being married forever to somebody nobody knows or cares about.

I hate it that Americans are taught to fear some books and some ideas as though they were diseases.

The library is full of stories of supposed triumphs which makes me very suspicious of it. It's misleading for people to read about great successes, since even for middle-class and upper-class white people, in my experience, failure is the norm

Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand.

The name of the new religion," said Rumfoord, "is The Church of God the Utterly Indifferent.

..."Papa" referred to Frank five times as: "...the blood son of Dr. Felix Hoenikker."
The phrase reeked of cannibalism.

We are evidently preparing," he said, "to fight World War Three in the midst of an enormous Spanish omelet.

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

The time would not pass. Somebody was playing with the clocks, and not only the electronic clocks but the wind-up kind too. The second hand on my watch would twitch once, and a year would pass, and then it would twitch again.
There was nothing I could do about it. As an Earthling I had to believe whatever clocks said -and calendars.

I concluded that the best thing for me and for those around me was to want nothing, to be enthusiastic about nothing, to be as unmotivated as possible, in fact, so that I would never again hurt anyone.

Or they'll talk about fear, which we used to call politics- job politics, social politics, government politics

It was as natural as breathing to all human beings, and to all warm-blooded creatures, for that matter, to wish quick deaths for monsters. This was an instinct.

No matter how corrupt, greedy, and heartless our government, our corporations, our media, and our religious & charitable institutions may become, the music will still be wonderful.

Thanks to TV and for the convenience of TV, you can only be one of two kinds of human beings, either a liberal or a conservative.

If you actually are an educated, thinking person, you will not be welcome in Washington, D.C. I know a couple of bright seventh graders who would not be welcome in Washington D.C.

There is a tragic flaw in our precious constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.

The Money River, where the wealth of the nation flows. We were born on the banks of it-and so were most of the mediocre people we grew up with, went to private schools with, sailed and played tennis with. We can slurp from that mighty river to our hearts' content. And we can even take slurping lessons, so we can slurp more efficiently.

A woman's not a woman till the pills wear off.

History! Read it and weep!

That’s the attractive thing about war,” said Rosewater. “Absolutely everybody gets a little something.

He looked around at the perfectly white world, felt the wet kisses of the snowflakes, pondered hidden meanings in the pale yellow streetlights that shone in a world so whitely asleep.

"Beautiful," he whispered.

Mister, when I see my first lady angel, if God ever sees fit to show me one, it’ll be her wings not her face that’ll make my mouth fall open. I’ve already seen the prettiest face that ever could be.

There was no question about it- the girl in the photograph was staggeringly beautiful. She was Miss Canal Zone, a runner-up in the Miss Universe Contest - and in fact far more beautiful than the winner of the contests. Her beauty had frightened the judges.

Pretty, was she?"

"Pretty?" he echoed. "Mister, when I see my first lady angel, if God ever sees fit to show me one, it'll be her wings and not her face that'll make my mouth fall open. I've already seen the prettiest face that ever could be.

People who sell bolts and nuts and locomotives and frozen orange juice make billions, while the people who struggle to bring a little beauty into the world, give life a little meaning, they starve.
-"$10,000 A Year, Easy

Montana was naked, and so was Billy, of course. He had a tremendous wang, incidentally. You never know who'll get one.

What is my definition of jazz? 'Safe sex of the highest order.

He didn't know all that much about how the machinery worked anyway. Such knowledge was for specialists. In war, as in love, he was a fearless, happy-go-lucky adventurer.

Like all real heroes, Charley had a fatal flaw. He refused to believe that he had gonorrhea, whereas the truth was that he did.

If people think nature is their friend then they sure don't need an enemy.

I hear he liked flowers pretty well."
"Yes," said Annie, "he said they were the friends who always came back and never disappointed him."
-"Out, Brief Candle

You can't help it but you were born without a heart. At least you tried to believe what the people with hearts believed - so you were a good man just the same.

The things other people have put into my head, at any rate, do not fit together nicely, are often useless and ugly, are out of proportion with one another, are out of proportion with life as it really is outside my head.

This has been my greatest challenge: because the current reality now seems so unreal, it's hard to make nonfiction seem believable. But you, my friend [Michael Moore], are able to do that.

I have told my sons that they are not under any circumstances to take part in massacres, and that the news of massacres of enemies is not to fill them with satisfaction or glee. I have also told them not to work for companies which make massacre machinery, and to express contempt for people who think we need machinery like that.

I do not say that children at war do not die like men, if they have to die. To their everlasting honor and our everlasting shame, they do die like men, thus making possible the manly jubilation of patriotic holidays. But they are murdered children all the same.

Unfortunately, that still leaves plenty of Americans who don't read much or think much - who will still be extremely useful in unjust wars. We are sick about that. We did the best we could.

After the thing went off, after it was a sure thing that America could wipe out a city with just one bomb, a scientist turned to Father and said, 'Science has now known sin.' And do you know what Father said? He said, 'What is sin?

The human beings also passed canteens, which guards would fill with water. When food came in, the human beings were quiet and trusting and beautiful. They shared.

The nicest veterans in Schenectady, I thought, the kindest and funniest ones, the ones who hated war the most, were the ones who'd really fought.

It was a war of reason against barbarism, supposedly, with the issues at stake on such a high plane that most of our feverish fighters had no idea why they were fighting - other than that the enemy was a bunch of bastards.

On the eighth day, the forty-year-old hobo said to Billy: "This ain't bad. I can be comfortable anywhere."
"You can?" said Billy.
On the ninth day the hobo died. So it goes. His last words were: "You think this is bad? This ain't bad.

When I got home from my war, my uncle Dan clapped me on the back, and he bellowed, 'You're a MAN now!'

I damn near killed my first German.

My God, what have they done to you? This isn't a man, it's a broken kite.

As long as they killed people with conventional rather than nuclear weapons, they were praised as humanitarian statesmen. As long as they did not use nuclear weapons, it appeared, nobody was going to give the right name to all the killing that had been going on since the end of the Second World War, which was surely “World War Three.

They do not love one another because they do not love themselves.

Five German soldiers and a police dog on a leash were looking down into the bed of the creek. The soldiers' blue eyes were filled with a bleary civilian curiosity as to why one American would try to murder another one so far from home, and why the victim should laugh.

Sem, šī grāmata ir tik īsa, tik saraustīta un tik nesakarīga tāpēc, ka par slaktiņiem neko īsti sakarīgu uzrakstīt nevar. Kad tie beigušies, visiem pieklājas būt mirušiem, neko vairs nesacīt, neko vairs nevēlēties.

Flashlight beams danced crazily

It was humanity's ability to heal so quickly, by means of babies, which encouraged so many people to think of explosions as show business, as highly theatrical forms of self-expression, and little more.

Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.

The hare of history once more overtakes the tortoise of art.

Painters-and storytellers, including poets and playwrights and historians, they are the justices of the Supreme Court of Good and Evil, of which I am now a member, and to which you may belong someday!

We're doomed to repeat the past no matter what. That's what it is to be alive. It's pretty dense kids who haven't figured that out by the time they're ten.... Most kids can't afford to go to Harvard and be misinformed.

Aside from battles, the history of nations seemed to consist of nothing but powerless old poops like myself, heavily medicated and vaguely beloved in the long ago, coming to kiss the boots of young psychopaths.

And, if you'll investigate the history of science, my dear boy, I think you'll find that most of the really big ideas have come from intelligent playfulness. All the sober, thin-lipped concentration is really just a matter of tidying up around the fringes of the big ideas.

What made marriage so difficult back then was yet again that instigator of so many other sorts of heartbreak: the oversize brain.

There is no peace, I'm sorry to say. We find it. We lose it. We find it again. We lose it again.

The brainless serenity of charwomen and janitors working late at night came over us. In a messy world we were at least making our little corner clean.

The row was actually about everything in creation, but it had for its subject of the moment the boy's mustache.

And Lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes.

We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane.

You're the man who stands on the street corner with a roll of toilet paper, and written on each square are the words, 'I love you.' And each passer-by, no matter who, gets a square all his or her own. I don't want my square of toilet paper.'

I didn't realize it was toilet paper.

She turned to examine Dr. Breed, looking at him with helpless reproach. She hated people who thought too much. At that moment, she struck me as an appropriate representative for almost all mankind.

If I hadn’t spent so much time studying Earthlings," said the Tralfamadorian, "I wouldn’t have any idea what was meant by 'free will.' I've visited thirty-one inhabited planets in the universe, and I have studied reports on one hundred more. Only on Earth is there any talk of free will.

A winded, defeated-looking fat woman in filthy coveralls trudged beside us, hearing what Miss Pefko said. She turned to examine Dr. Breed, looking at him with helpless reproach. She hated people who thought too much. At that moment, she struck me as an appropriate representative for almost all mankind.

To the guards who walked up and down outside, each car became a single organism which ate and drank and excreted through its ventilators. It talked or sometimes yelled through its ventilators, too. In went water and loaves of blackbread and sausage and cheese, and out came shit and piss and language.

My gosh," I said, "another human being."
"You'll never know how human," she said.
"Maybe I will," I said. "I could try."
I did try, and I do try, and I give you the toast of a happy man: May the warm springs of the girl pool never run dry.
-"Girl Pool

They made a science out of people?" she said. "What a crazy science that must be."
-"Mr. Z

Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.

I am not writing this book for people below the age of 18, but I see no harm in telling young people to prepare for failure rather than success, since failure is the main thing that is going to happen to them.

She said his music was tuned to the biggest music there ever was, the music of the stars.

There is no order in the world around us, we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead.

Maybe I did hurt him, but I don’t think I could have hurt him much. He was one of the best-protected human beings who ever lives. People couldn’t get at him because he just wasn’t interested in people.

Take life seriously but none of the people in it.

Sordid things, for the most part, are what make human beings, my father included, move. That's what it is to be human, I'm afraid.

I can think of another quickie education for a child, which, in its way, is almost as salutary: Meeting a human being who is tremendously respected by the adult world, and realizing that that person is actually a malicious lunatic.

profanity and obscenity entitle people who don't want unpleasant information to close their ears and eyes to you.

The thing about money is," said Ben, "you can't be polite to it. Leave something suspicious to say, and it'll say it...Leave something greedy to say, and it'll say it...Leave something scary to say, and it'll say it."
-"Money Talks

Our aim is to make the world more beautiful than it was when we came into it. It can be done. You can do it-love yourself

Homo Americanus is going to go on speaking and writing the way he always has, no matter what dictionary he owns.

Don't forget to wind the restricted clock and put the confidential cat out.

He had had no experience in asking for a job with a big organization, and Mr. Dilling was making him aware of what a fine art it was-if you couldn't run a machine. A duel was under way.

Somebody will beat both [contents and price] sooner or later because that is good old Free Enterprise, where the consumer benefits from battles between jolly green giants.

You got troubles, I got troubles-everybody's got troubles, whether they've got a lot of money or a little money or no money. When you get right down to it, I guess love and friendship and doing good really are the big things."
-"Money Talks

Money began talking to Ben again-not big money this time, but little money. It niggled and nagged and carped and whined at him, as full of fears and bitterness as a spinster witch.
-"Money Talks

People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m certainly not going to do it anymore.

It was literature in its finest sense, since it made Unk courageous, watchful, and secretly free.

Literature is the only art in which the audience performs the score.

How nice-to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.

I will say further, as an officer of an enormous international conglomerate, that nobody who is doing well in this economy ever even wonders waht is really going on.
We are chimpanzees. We are orangutans.

A society, on occasion, can be the worst possible describer of mental health.

This much I knew and know: I was making myself hideously uncomfortable by not narrowing my attention to details of life which were immediately important, and by refusing to believe what my neighbors believed.

We went to the New York World's Fair, saw what the past had been like, according to the Ford Motor Car Company and Walt Disney, saw what the future would be like, according to General Motors. And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

As an old, old man, Trout would be asked by Dr. Thor Lembrig, the Secretary-General of the United Nations, if he feared the future. He would give this reply: 'Mr. Secretary-General, it is the past which scares the bejesus out of me.

The mind reels.

You cannot be a good writer of serious fiction if you are not depressed.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I stand before you now because I never stopped dawdling like an eight-year-old on a spring morning on his way to school. Anything can make me stop and look and wonder, and sometimes learn. I am a very happy man. Thank you. - Dr. Hoenikker's Nobel Prize acceptance speech (in its entirety); chapter 5

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