43 ordspråk av Kurt Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut
A Man Without a Country
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a nice glass of champagne at the end of a life
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All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true.
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and I'm whistling as beautifully as I can.
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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.
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Be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you pretend to be.
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Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.
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Bush used that line recently. I should sue him for plagiarism.
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But doing that job, surviving it, was like getting a Purple Heart. I wouldn't have missed it for anything.
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Call me Jonah. My parents did, or nearly did. They called me John.
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Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.
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Human beings will be happier - not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or eliminate racial prejudice or flush Lake Erie but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again. That's my utopia.
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I know of very few people who are dreaming of a world for their grandchildren.
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I really wonder what gives us the right to wreck this poor planet of ours.
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I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different.
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