Slaughterhouse Five Quotes

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

And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.

And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?

It is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds. And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?

All this happened, more or less.

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

He is in a constant state of stage fright, he says, because he never knows what part of his life he is going to have to act in next

Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.

Americans, like human beings everywhere, believe many things that are obviously untrue, the monograph went on. Their most destructive untruth is that it is very easy for any American to make money. They will not acknowledge how in fact how hard money is to come by, and, therefore, those who have no money blame and blame and blame themselves.

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

Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is.

That's one thing Earthlings might learn to do, if they tried hard enough: Ignore the awful times and concentrate on the good ones.

The gun made a ripping sound like the opening of a zipper on the fly of God Almighty.

I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.

It is just an illusion here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone, it is gone forever.

- Why me? - That is a very Earthling question to ask, Mr. Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber? - Yes. - Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.

There is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre.

The Population Reference Bureau predicts that the world's total population will double to 7,000,000,000 before the year 2000. I suppose they will all want dignity, I said.

If I am going to spend eternity visiting this moment and that, I'm grateful that so many of those moments are nice.

All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true.

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.

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.

Listen: Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time.

She was a dull person, but a sensational invitation to make babies.