Slaughterhouse-Five

by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

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

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

“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.

“Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.”

“How nice—to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”