Kurt Vonnegut

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

— Kurt Vonnegut

#history #art

Jesus--if Kilgore Trout could only write!" Rosewater exclaimed. He had a point: Kilgore Trout's unpopularity was deserved. His prose was frightful. Only his ideas were good. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#thought-experiments #writing-craft #experience

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. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#war #love

And lucky indeed is the writer who has grown up in Ireland, for the English spoken there is so amusing and musical. (“How to Write with Style”. Essay, 1985) ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#style #writer #writers-quotes #writing #music

Literature should not disappear up its own asshole, so to speak. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#writing #literary-criticism

Things stayed peaceful in there, even as the crashing vehicles and the cries of the injured and dying reached a crescendo outside. "I fry mine in butter!" indeed. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#death #humor #life-and-death #vonnegut #death

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. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#anti-war-movement #war #beauty

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

— Kurt Vonnegut

#art

‎"The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#love

Another woman told Constant what it was the crowd felt it had a right to. 'We have a right to know what's going on!' she cried. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#nature