Timequake

by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

All persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental.

It was possible to get away from the police back then if you were a better driver with a better car. Talk about fair play!

Father supposed he could still demonstrate his manhood by fishing. But then my big brother Bernie spoiled that for him, too, saying it was as though he were smashing up Swiss pocketwatches, or some other exquisitely engineered little pieces of machinery.

“Why is it so important that we all be humiliated, with such ingenuity and at such great expense?

I spoke at a Humanist Association memorial service for Dr. Asimov a few years back. I said, “Isaac is up in Heaven now.”