From Kurt Vonnegut (1922–2007) American writer, Hocus Pocus (1990):
If there really had been a Mercutio, and if there really were a Paradise, Mercutio might be hanging out with teenage Vietnam draftee casualties now, talking about what it felt like to die for other people’s vanity and foolishness.
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From Palm Sunday: An Autobiographical Collage (1981):
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.
From Kurt Vonnegut (1922–2007), American writer:
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?
From Kurt Vonnegut (1922–2007) ,American writer, A Man Without a Country (2005):
If you want to really hurt you parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. 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 possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.