Slaughterhouse-Five

by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

Flashlight beams danced crazily.

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

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.”

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

But the Gospels actually taught this: Before you kill somebody, make absolutely sure he isn’t well connected. So it goes.