Slaughterhouse-Five

by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

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.”

“Did that really happen?” said Maggie White. She was a dull person, but a sensational invitation to make babies.