Cat's Cradle

by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

Anyone unable to understand how a useful religion can be founded on lies will not understand this book either.

“The bug fight was so interesting that I stopped crying right away—forgot all about the old man. I can’t remember what all Frank had fighting in the jar that day, but I can remember other bug fights we staged later on: one stag beetle against a hundred red ants, one centipede against three spiders, red ants against black ants. They won’t fight unless you keep shaking the jar. And that’s what Frank was doing, shaking, shaking the jar.

New knowledge is the most valuable commodity on earth. The more truth we have to work with, the richer we become.”

“Don’t be a fool! Close this book at once! It is nothing but foma!” Foma, of course, are lies. And then I read this: In the beginning, God created the earth, and he looked upon it in His cosmic loneliness.